“I’m sorry! I can’t find your name in the list,” said the officer in charge of clearing scholarships at the Foreign Office.
“What do you mean?” snarled Pendo, pacing to and fro by the counter.
“Have a look.”
“You must be crazy,” she said fumingly, hands akimbo. She threw the list back at him.
“Cool down, Madam.”
However, the more he tried to explain, the more she became uncontrollably hysterical. “I can’t waste my time reading a doctored list.”
“Try to understand.”
“What don’t I understand?” she yelled, trembling with fiery rage.
“Please, go clear it with your parent ministry. We can’t help as it is. I’m sorry,” said a touched officer.
Pendo was raving mad. Pointing accusingly at him, she asked, “What else did you require other than these documents?” Continue reading “Grand revenge”