habits die hard, especially when the habits are Satellite’s. The
sheiks from Kuwait, walking, talking mountains of gold, were made to
muse over this when they were kept waiting for over one hour by
Satellite at the presidential abode. The delegates who had given
Satellite right royal courtesy when she visited the Arab land were in
the wait, Luky Kadi came in and told the sheiks that there would be no
meeting today. The visitors did not take it politely, taking off in a
huff, bashing books and fists on the way. It was a case of sheik,
rattle and roll, what!
the pow-wow with Satellite, Rakneel informed her that he was on his
way to the wedding of a sibling of
her one time sec, the one with the chula pedigree . The good lady shot
back saying that he was no sec, but her press secretary and add libbed
he could not even write properly.
was why the PA never did anything right — wrong people manning
desks,” Rakneel was overheard saying after the Satellite’s
input to the defensive one, on the way out. Naughty, naughty.
one to whom nothing is foreign was resting his limbs at the New World
hospital when he received a surprise. Concerned Satellite sent him a
bouquet of flowers wishing him a speedy recovery.
surprises did not end at that. The Clown Prince who was at one time
eyeing the job sent him a book, titled, Make the minister smile
by an Indian author. The foreign one was all smiles when he saw
the gifts galore, be they from the opposite end, for not much has come
from the greens. Hmm...
battles raging in the congress that is Muslim, posters calling for the
death of Ha-keem have
appeared in the east. Mangy, shot his mouth off at the PA meeting that
it was all Ferial’s doing which made
the lady turn red and retort that she never stooped that low.
Mangy as usual was made to feel
the worm and eat his own words, realising everyone should not be
judged by one’s own standards.
Kadi, to whom nothing was foreign not so long ago is smiling
happy these days. Finally Satellite is heeding his advice, that
she keep her trap shut. Despite the good man’s efforts, the trap was
very much open, until the likes of Mangy joined the chorus for its
closure, after one too many embarrassments.
Satellite has agreed to keep it closed after many a public utterance.
I could not do for so long these guys have achieved,” a smiling Luky
Kadi was telling con-fidants last week. Now if only Satellite knows it
who was spreading that story.
Guess she knows now, eh!
conner-sans any morals is a plucky one. Whilst, accusing his one time
mentor of not so correct escapades, he has been hiding several
skeletons in the cupboard himself. During office hours he has been
nipping on company account to the Gee...Oh... Etch for fun and games.
list is endless. Careful as he is, only a slight change has been done
to the name in registering but the ID number is there. Pot calling the
kettle black, eh? More to come boy, more to come. Chee! Chee!