The Business Card

Perhaps it was the dog eared edges
That failed to impress
Maybe it was the cheap paper printed on it
That made him skeptical
Perhaps it was the numerous colours splashed haphazardly across the card
That didn’t convince him
Maybe it was the title
That put him off

Claiming to be the managing director
of a briefcase entity
That imported, exported, distributed, serviced and manufactured everything under the sun
That convinced him otherwise
Ah. The business card.

Casually proffered
Like an after thought
And casually taken and flipped into the shirt pocket and promptly forgotten
Never to see the light of the day
How many business cards suffer this fate?
Hummh. The business card.

© Ayoub Mzee 2012


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