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There is a scene where Nick, that cunning fox who is also the
deuteragonist, sells popsicles to students after class having played victim in
order to get a big pop yet his character is duplicitous. He cunningly gets paid
for the pop by officer Judy Hopps who sympathizes with him and his young ‘un.
She later finds little Finnick and Nick melting the pop in order to go and
reshape them into small ‘pawpsicles’ to sell to the rat students where the earn
quite some bucks.
And then, there is that point where Judy tells Nick, "Well. I stood up for you, and you lied to me. You liar!" She lashed out at him. Upon which he naughtily replied "It's called a hustle, sweetheart."
Obviously officer Judy had a déjà vu moment and she did not waste
time in seizing the opportunity into duping him to confess that he had
committed a felony by lying on a federal form for tax evasion. ‘Well its my
word against yours,’ Nick tells him. She then lets him listen to his tape
recording before replying, “Actually, it’s your word against yours.” Before
continuing feeling like a diva saying, “It’s called a hustle sweetheart.”
Kaboom.
Mockingly, Little Toot Toot who was in the pram jumps up
laughing out loudly while retorting boisterously, “She hustled you.
Hahahaha. She hustled you good.”
I have never tried doing movie reviews before since it is not my
cup of tea. Consequently, I am not going to pretend to do a synopsis of that
movie. However, I love the hustling bit. Movies have also become my other love.
The lucky me requested to be redeployed to a less frustrating job
from the more cumbersome and seizing up job of outdoor selling to
telemarketing/sales. The day I got my letter, I could not even think twice. I
even forgot to go tell my boss that I had moved given that she was not willing
to let me go. The HR had solemnly replied to my
prayers because I had drooped like a desert tree in that arena, why lie. I
was even contemplating to resign during the festive season considering that I
was finding it stressful to go back to do that which was not brining in
results. It was a return to uptown deluxe. Actually, the reason why I left that
kind of hustle though very rewarding monetarily is because of the fact that
there is a behemoth in the name of CFA that I tackle each day that I cannot
compromise on given that I hate repeating coursework. It normally comes between
me and all the adoration I have loved over the years. Actually, you have to
give blogging a wide berth sometimes to read CFA. It’s just practical. I don’t
know how to explain it better than having to feel the pressure from within.
I now sit in a corner somewhere next to the boss’s WC and in the
event that it becomes sprayed with those noxious air fresheners, I usually feel
like fleeing especially when the door is opened because I am now a full-time
proletariat operating from the Branch as opposed to looking for sales in the
field. Well, it shows how diffident I can be especially if the pockets become
shallow and you have heaps of debts that you need to settle but they keep on
resurfacing like night after day.
So, there was this guy who came to the office and I loved his
courage. He was sweaty in the armpit which was visible in his tight and
amateur-redesigned t-shirt. Albeit, the njaanuary rippling effects were quite
real and the Zuku bouquet had not been replenished so that I did have to
look for movies elsewhere.
The lanky guy was in all white. His face looked like someone who
has worked so hard but ‘mjengo’ had not come through, the reason why he
resorted to peddling movies in CDs the way I used to peddle loans, credit
cards, accounts and insurance policies and my figures were not looking any
brighter.
He showed me several pirated movies that would have wowed me, but
I only focused on his general mien that was also questionable. None of his
movies had the x factor that normally moves me to watch because ratings and the
small bio of the movie tells me a lot rather than listening to the perspective
of someone who there is a likelihood did not watch what he is selling.
There is this movie called pets that caught my eye. I have never
had about it but given that this guy appeared like a movie connoisseur, I
instinctively trusted his word to be the gospel truth. I looked at him, tattoos
all over his arms, neck and I could tell
they were never done at a professional tattoo artist but a novice who was not
thorough in his trade. What convinced me to buy from him was the fact that he
mentioned a certain manager who has a seat at a certain corner as his main
customer and given that he succinctly gave a fitting description and given that
it is a month known for its inadequacies, I gave him a benefit of doubt and
decided to promote a fellow hustler who probably earns more that this office
guy when their is a shortage commissions.
Later, when I went to try it on my laptop at the close of the
day’s business. I realized that it was blank. I remember telling the chap that
his DVD was probably blank but he reassured me that he cannot do so given the
loyal customer he had. That’s the point where I recollected my
former nark skills in surveying a DVD. Ideally, there is a start difference in
the coloring of a blank and a written DVD. A written one is kind of darker
while a blank one is not as dark.
There is this conversation I was listening to about food in our ka
small office kitchen and one of the ladies who work there made me laugh
inwardly because I am new and as such did not want to burst out laughing at
her. She was telling a story of how she arrived in the city back then from
shagz. Apparently, she was brought up eating food in such a way that you eat as
much as you can. On arrival in the city where she was to probably slum with her
brother because I am sure they were not living in the suburbs to qualify as a
resident, she got a shock of her life.
Ugali, was served in slices and since her brother also lived with
a company of men, she started crying when she saw the quantity that was to be
shared by all the people in that house. Five to be precise and she was there to
eat with men who she thought were not having enough. Yet when you look at her,
she does not look like someone who would eat lots of food because she is the
kind of those we call petite. Luckily, her elder brother came to her rescue and
bought her a full loaf of bread which she cleared not knowing that in the city
you have to have manner when eating.
Since this is about hustling, there is a certain hobo who
is dread-locked on Moi avenue near Innscor eateries who ‘times’ dudes
walking with ladies to request for alms to go and buy some victuals. I only
noticed that when I saw him hustling a certain guy with a ‘kawa’ chic and I
passed him realizing that he also begged me to give him cash not twice but more
than that on several occasions when he spotted me walking with a chic from
work. I just shook my head and said inwardly, 'This is Nairobi.'
Hasta La Vista Baby.
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