Regular visitor to my public shoelick chair, Ms Mukta madam,
introduces me to her cousin from Pakistan, Ms Hazeema madam – or rather, to Ms
Hazeema’s shoes!
‘Clean my cousin Hazeema’s shoes, sockieboy! And make
sure you get your tongue right in between the treads. I want you to really
taste where she has been walking!’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam!’
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Ms Hazeema looks down upon me triumphantly from the raised shoelick-chair of power as her cousin, Ms Mukta, orders me to tongue-clean her shoes |
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I must taste where Ms Hazeema has been walking |
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Being a pathetic sockieboy, I can't help but eye-up her sock |
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Such superb rows of white stitching! |
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Ms Mukta's view of my shoecleaning efforts on her cousin's shoes |
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Ms Hazeema's view of my humble, shoecleaning head |
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The two young women laugh and joke about me - and rightly so; for I am a joke! |