Next Monday is my Retirement Day.
The red dot on the calendar says so.
Thirty six years …….
The best part of my life
Vouchers, registers, payments, reconciliations…..
I could have been a doctor,
a food technologist or a teacher
But an unknown hand led me down
the Bank’s corridor.
I got pats on my back,
promotions and allowances
I started loving the smell of room-fresheners,
the stink of soiled currency notes
I knew by heart all end-of-day transactions
I mingled with my high net worthy clients.
Every day I did the same work
Every day I tightened my tie knot
and sunk back on my red swivel chair
I smiled the same Good-morning...s
I swiped the same card to log-in
with the same password,
Every day the same…………
I tallied books-of-accounts and cash-in-hand.
I punched out at seven,
and dragged my feet home
for the week-end
At home I laughed,
I shouted, argued with a cool glass in my hand.
I dropped on the bed and waited
for Monday to come ……
the Monday next.