The morning sun peeked through the slum's narrow alleys, casting a warm glow over the makeshift homes. The sound of the breeze whispering through the area was interrupted by the loud crowing of a rooster, signaling the start of a new day.
A young man emerged from his humble abode, stretching his tired body and yawning. He shuffled towards the makeshift washroom behind the house, splashing water on his face to shake off the remnants of sleep. But as he reached for his clothes, a wave of panic washed over him,his eyes suddenly cleared if their sleep, without turning his head,thousand of possibilities ran through his head leaving only one surest possibility - He's been robbed,his clo..clothes...they were gone!
"No! I've been robbed!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the slum as he faced the reality of what had happened to him.
George, a gruff-voiced neighbor, jeered, "Ha! Looks like someone's having a bad morning!" He said as he sipped the remnant of the beer from his cup
Kevin, a friend from down the street (his workmate) approaching the compound and noticing his friend losing touch of reality,chimed in, "Hey, what's going on?you look like someone who just lost he's best clothes on Christmas"
The young man repeated, "I've been robbed,of course,of one of my best clothes!"
George laughed. "You can't even take care of your own clothes!"
Emily, a soft-spoken neighbor, intervened. "Hey, George, that's not nice. The poor guy's just having a bad day."
Kevin snickered. "Poor guy? More like careless guy!"
George added, "Yeah, he's always losing things."
The group teased the young man good-naturedly. Kevin said, "Hey, at least he's consistent. Remember that time he lost his book in the market?"
The group erupted into laughter.
As they walked through the alleys, George whispered to the young man, "You've got a long day ahead of you friend,if you know what I mean"
The young man shot him a look, knowing George was just trying to get a rise out of him. The group continued on their way, laughing and joking together.