Yusuf: Wake up!
Nazmul: Okey dokey
Nazmul: Yusuf presses a button and suddenly two mechanical arms appear on both beds, brushes teeth and gives them breakfast. It put on the clothes too.
Yusuf: Get ready to rumble!
The boys pull back a big red lever. Then like 118 118 they went down, did there business with elevator music in the background and went down the slops again to the football match.
Nazmul: Watch out for the bulldozers because they are overweight.
Yusuf: I don’t have to worry, you are a good goalkeeper.
Then the match began. As soon as the whistle blew the bulldozer captain who was the fattest of them all, bellyflopped the person with the ball and did keepy uppies on his belly.
Nazmul: Get out the way!
Suddenly one of the plump ones tried to barge in to Yusuf. They bumped into each other like dominoes.
Yusuf: (scoffs) Looks like its one-nil to us.
Yusuf: When the ball got bellyflopped by captain plumsy it ripped through the net and out of nowhere a granny summersaulted in the air and blasted the ball into the moon. Then the pitch too landed on the moon.
Nazmul: oh oh. Because of mitro gravity.
Yusuf: Watch out for the goal fluffer.
Yusuf: Then Nazmul did a triple summersault, and a twist in the air and balanced the ball on his index fingers. After a second or a week he passed to Yusuf and blasted into the goal.
The ball bounced out of the goal and the goalkeeper accidentally bellyflopped into the goal. It was like a tennis match and Nazmul managed to score a goal.
Nazmul: We Won
Yusuf: 100000-0 we scored two and the rest scored.
Nazmul: Then we woke up.
Yusuf: It was a dream!
Yusuf & Nazmul attend the Amani Foundation Creative Writing Programme
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