“There’s a kudu in my office,” said Robert, winking at a woman chatting on a two-way radio. The khaki-shirt man’s office was high up the cloud-touching building. 

Suddenly, the security squinted at the littering shards and pressed the alarm button. “The pieces are from beer bottles,” said a man hugging a half-empty bottle of Kudu Lager. His tongue slurred truthful lies, but the guard questioned his zigzagging footsteps. “Phew!” the security pinched her nose at the stench of beer dazzling her; while the drunkard burped. 

Later, the patrolling police sealed Kudu Street with red-white tapes. “Can a kudu fly?” asked a blue cap man, scrolling a touch screen.  Thereafter, a bowtie teacher typed, ‘A flying kudu,’ in the question papers and leaked them.  The cars with yellow lights on the roofs begin charging their customers banknotes that had a kudu. The trending forced street vendors to craft wire and woody kudus. The municipality mounted traffic lights flashing a green and red kudu for motorists.  

A teller jingled coins after packing kudu-skin teddy bears and rainbow-dyed kudu horns.  

On the other hand, rabies-fearing detectives skipped into the elevator, whispering that the twisty horns kudu might prefer the stairs.   Unfortunately, a trophy hunter went on air;  and joked he had nightmares of a straying kudu. In addition, a breastfeeding mommy changing the baby’s diaper posted that the 2-days-old’s first word was ‘kudu’. 

The news of the kudu sprinted like a cheetah across all FM radios. Even the garages advertised a 90% off on kudu key holders.  The brewery set up beer-squirting kudus at all four ways. The T-junction signs warned motorists to “Keep right of way of kudus!”

“How did the kudu cross the one-way street?” asked a kindergartener, pasting a kudu’s tattoo on his forehead. 

By now, last-minute shoppers shoved each other over t-shirts with printed kudus and hoodies. The butchery packaged kudu chilli bites and kudu stew soup for takeaways.

Nobody wanted to stand with their arms tangled like mesh wires; thus, a restaurant screened a billboard of kudu patties on the menu. The results; a snaking queue for mouth-watering burgers blocked a motorcade.  

The printing shop sold pamphlets claiming the zebra-crossing will soon become kudu-crossing, while a beer-tummy man scratched a Kudu’s Lager bottle cap and won a bag of kudu’s offal.   Meanwhile, on the tenth floor, another window shattered and binocular detectives kicked the files and then punched the glass cupboards in the foyer.  

Instantly, a torn shoes man consulted the spirits, however, the seer whined that he could only see the many fake kudus in the magic mirror.  First, Robert’s iPhone beeped and he dashed up the stairs. The muscular man horse-kicks the door; and his AI kudu kicked the glass windows. 

Finally, the police handcuffed but released him after teargassing kudu lovers who were picketing in front of the police headquarters.