I never really invested my time in learning how to fight; in fact I thought it was stupid; but at that moment all I did was regret embezzling my takwando lesson money..As he walked towards me all I did was glance in disbelief at the hand that just threw me…Talk about lance Armstrong….that dude’s arm was strong.. Well now I dint need a prophet to tell me that I was in for it today..
He cornered me rape style and started crying all over me; I never really understood what emotional pain meant but in my opinion only physical pain should warrant tears; and from d look of thing I was d only eligible candidate..
I was hard to cry but it was kinda obvious that I was not the actor in this Action film..so I sharply hustled some crocodile tears; infact I was impressed with my perfomance..
He finally found his wits and talked admits his tears..’Why’, ‘why did u sleep with her’ he chanted; normally I would have said ‘jamb question to wah endowed’ but seeing the situation of things I simply answered admits my own tears ‘It was not my fault’..
And true to it..it wasn’t..I mean she was feeling the boy yea!!! and at my current age ‘don’t dull’ was my national anthem so I gave it to her lowkey..
She was what we called a free spirit a.k.a ‘slot’ so I dint really expect her 2 be an item..but as they say..behind every successful slot is a faithful moron..
At the rate at which his battle cry increased it was evident my pleas were falling on deaf ears; so I increased the intensity of my tears..
It was evident that wasn’t working either the moment the first punch landed on my face; then the second; then they kept coming..
I don’t know whether it’s because I have a big head or he was that good;because his punch just had a way of locating my face..
I wasn’t in the right frame of mind but I could swear I heard him chanting Eji owuro(by shola allyson) while he was rendering the punches..I wanted to laugh out loud..but been that my face was in a very serious relationship with his fist..I could not even smile..
In no time the place ws packed up; In another second his brother was pulling him off from my body; My first instinct was 2 run..but I’d poured enough reps already so I just stayed and cried with as much swag as possible (real tears this time)
He sharply narrated the whole story to his brother and immediately that one started crying to..; now I really wanted to run since that seemed like their cue for raining down punches..
Surprisingly he did not come towards me..he just took his brother and they both started heading away in tears..I mean talk about free madness..this should be part 4..
I stood up wondering how I was going to write my exam that semester since this dude just reduced my IQ by half..
‘You reaped the fruit of your labour’ the brother said ad mist tears as he walked away…I’m the lazy type so I don’t really know much about labour..but as much as child birth is concerned;I dint labour 4 this one at all..and I reaped this bountiful fruit of punches..
I could not help but wonder though what I would have reaped if I actually laboured for her…as I walked home thanking God I didn’t…. 😉