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I have a story about a little speaker. His name is Nzonzi.

Monday

Nzi's Purpose
An old couple had just walked into the local shop to buy a soundbar for their sitting room. He had watched them from atop the shelve where he and his family Of four had sat for months, gathering dust. From there he watched the old home theater on the bottom shelf get bought by the old couple. The old speaker only had about 70 Watts in him, but the old man probably won’t have all his hearing right, Nzonzi thought. It’d be a match made all the way to heaven😔.

Tuesday

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Tuesday came and Nzi watched Lami, the ugly, fat speaker get taken home by a young unhappy couple who seemed to need some music in their union. “What pressure🤔”, he thought.
All the other sound bars and speakers were getting dragged off by all sorts. He’d have given anything to be chosen by that grumpy rich woman who lugged Sam away. At least he’d live in a big house and meet lots of other cool electronics.
Their family was 5.1 channels, his father, Viz was 32” long, mother was a good subwoofer and his sister, Amy was a young sub speaker that’d sing her heart out for anyone. Combined, they could do a good 101 Watts, louder than the other speakers combined.

Wednesday

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On Wednesday evening he asked his father, Vic, “daddy what’s wrong with us? Why won’t anyone pick us?”.  His father’s voice, grit with dust and old age, coughed and smiled, “We would be fine “, He said not sounding sure of himself. Nzi didn’t know the 32” soundbar had thought of ending his misery with the HDMI cable just that morning.

Sad Thursday

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On Thursday mummy told them, amid tears, she had heard some of the store reps talking about getting new stocks and sending their family back to the store-room👩🏻

Thank God its Friday

NZI
On Friday evening, just as the truck pulled up, (the one that carried Nzi’s dismay), a young couple, all over each other walked in. Nzi could taste the sweet taste of their fresh love on his rusty tongue. “Well it doesn’t matter”, he thought.. “they won’t pick us”. There’re newer, better speakers on that truck. The Nzi family wasn’t even dusted to start with.
A clerk, sulking and dissatisfied with her job started clearing the shelves. The family of speakers saw all hopes of living in a house and adding melody to a persons day fade into a store-place of everlasting darkness. As they were being carted away, the young man of the couple called out “can we test that one?”. The saddist clerk tried convincing him of the novelty of the new comers but he would have none of it. He said he had done some research and people had really bad reviews about the other speakers. He said the Nzi family would be perfect for their new living room.

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Well, the saddist reluctantly plugged daddy in and connected Nzi and his little sister to their mother. When he turned on the switch, new energy coursed through their veins. Daddy felt alive again. Then came the music.. it was wonderful. Nzi and his sister sang their lungs out. Their mother did her thing and daddy sang like a whole choir🗣🗣🗣.
Then mummy heard the magic words “we’d take them”. Viz wept like a baby. They sang even harder. 🎶

The saddist clerk shut them off, put them in the carton and helped the beautiful couple load them into their new BMW I-something or the other. The darkness of the trunk was a welcome one, because Nzi knew soon he’d be singing to make a “truly happy” couple happier. Now, store life was history and they had their whole lives ahead of them. Maybe he would meet a pretty MacBook Laptop and hit it off with her💏, he thought smilingly 😍. Even his sister 👧🏻 was smiling and playing with the remote; what a happy day.

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Little did he know….

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Prince

The author Prince

Hi, I’m Prince.. a registered Dietitian, an avid reader and a passionate writer. I hope you enjoy my articles as much as I enjoy writing them

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