366 AGENDA

Slap... Slap... "Stupid... How can you keep silent for such a long time without considering our existence? Don't you think we can't miss you?..."
The skirmish almost grew to a mountain before I could find a better way for consolation.
"Come on... I'm sorry. You know even cocks seldom exist in an absence of a hen. Settle please.

I vividly recall; I jumped out of bed with my mind trushing up imagery of the morning nightmare. The bright Tuesday morning with melodies of birds of several Genus and species. Indeed it augarised the glamorous feeling towards the planned trip to the 'World of Internship' as they said. Two middle aged tubby persons who convinced us to have come from the VESTA production company located on the Southern part of Granfield. The chance that we opted not to loose had come. I worked out the morning pertakes before acting the processions as per the diary. In my glad rags,  I walked nonplussed to Patience's place so that we would go together. With our critical and boggled minds clinched with expectable experience,  we met Simon as scheduled who led us to the company.

At the entrance was the expected stench of spoilt row materials. As Patience felt the environment, I held her hands following Simon to the office of registration. In a jiffy, Simon was no longer at sight. We walked into the office. The officer never seem normal for a bit by an ordinary dog. He had a racketing voice and wasn't soft enough to be asked questions. "Sign here and go straight to that building." He said these words pointing a double Geodesic dome house with a wide entrance door. I rung the door-bell located on the right side of the micro-way door. A tubby lady opened up as she spoke, "You Regan and Patience ? Come in" The absolute glamour were the unusual fame we were and the lady's existence at the entrance broth the one to man it. We were directed formally being shown places we would spend our after work experiences. The purpose we would serve was to assist in the mixing and cleaning chambers. Instructions booklet was given to us and were left to learn the environment for it was our first experience.  We dually walked within the house as we observed workers performing their duties as expected. This; we realised later to be visitors' and new workers' mirror. In realism, no good at all was in store for us.

Time read four of the clock. We shared a canned meal and decided to walk towards the furthest and of the Geodesic dome. I wondered what could exist in certain rooms that no person was allowed to go into. Our direction got interrupted by a man who came to us begging to our turn-back. "It's fine we won't go; but who are you and what's wrong with those rooms ?" My name is Andrew " He came closer and whispered, "that I room 366..." Before he finished up his explanation,  an officer called him out and ordered him to go back to work. It deemed normancy but the reality would soon reveal. Time passed and the hour to disperse had come. Andrew came back to us and said, "You have no experience here at all..." Patience followed by asking why I was talking in that manner. "Learn first. It's not easy here." It was the chance for us to make a new friendship which perhaps would be important.

Before nightfall we had learnt alot and time to rest would elapse in its quick nature like an electric alarm bell. Nine of the clock, the hour to interview Andrew had come. We sat at a table as soon as he commenced telling us his life experience in the company. The basisity was to help us learn and adjust to the system from him; a victim. For an acon we had learnt how seldom people were allowed to come out of the company; how several workers had died trying to escape and many more stories of merely no enjoyment zone. The cause of all these could not be disclosed reason being that any person victimised would be forced into room 366. "You go in there, you never come back. No one has ever revealed the secret of the room." That was the time I recalled certain articles I had read about secret missions of life exchange where the abnormallyreach people used blood to secure their living and money. Other thoughts revolved around NASA's untold secrets of alien invasion and secret missions. Andrew continued,  "I remember losing my sister just because she was caught sharing her dismal experiences to her fellow..." He almost shed tears for the mere information before we consoled him. Andrew could not have terminated the talk long before a security person ordered him to quite to his room in a sturn face. All he adjourned with was that he would write a letter to us that would remain a secret to we; the trio. "What are you thinking,  Regan..." Patience whispered to me waiting for a comment. "I remember the book LONG WALK TO FREEDOM which I ever since thought of filming. My dream would be a reality. Before the rambunctiousnes open up, let's do this... I know it's not only the mouth that tastes sweet things..."
"Hahaa... I know..." she replied in her rather consoling voice of melody. "Enjoy your night..." I spoke in a rather soft and encouraging tone for we had to be in readiness for the sturn outcome.

The next day dawned with commands insinuating that we were required at work in the second tht followed. Morning preparations commenced and every person was ready by half past six of the clock. Patience joined me as a walked to the dining room where e had warm breakfast of hot coffee and snacks.