Are you a Mr. K

Mr. K hates his job. I know, because he says it every other day. Yet, he wakes up  by 4:30am, Monday to Friday, to prepare and embark on a tortuous journey to work. That's how his life's cookie crumbles. 

"I've got a wife and a kid, you know," his laments usually go, "and I can't, I just can't leave this job." The other day, while at work, his boss calls him a "loser". He looks around, shakes his head and romances the framed picture of his wife and kid sitting on his table.

Every time Mr. K closes work, happiness visits. He'll begin to narrate his gargantuan plans: "one day, I will be the next Dangote. No, I will build the next app that will make me billions." After these beautiful pronouncements, exhaustion reminds Mr. K that there's another day, that reality and dreams don't match. 

Mr. K likes it when people say his shoe sounds rich, that he drives the best car and uses the most expensive of perfumes. He'd boast "do you like my Creed Aventus?"

Last week, his account read negative.   "The next salary after this," says Mr. K, "will go into my savings." 

On the day the salary came, Apple released her beautiful iPhone 6s and, Mr. K, being an Apple fan, must get one. He counts ₦ 178,000 to get it. When he gets home, Mrs. K says "how will you forget my own phone, eh? What will my friends say? How will I post the picture of our new car on Instagram?" Mr. K after listening, promises his wife

 a brand new phone.

Mr. K wakes up, the next day, gets to work, borrows money from the company's accountant then proceeds to buy his wife her own Apple. That's love--his and hers.

Again, he's back to work. He remembers how he hates the job and begins to dream of how would get out of it. He unlocks his phone, goes to Instagram and starts to tap into the riches of @iamdiddy. His boss cuts him:  "kaaaaay! Where's the report?"