I was tired. My head was aching from the stress of the day. The last thing I needed was some crazy guy causing unnecessary traffic by parking his car right in the middle of the narrow road.
I stretched my neck out of the car window to see properly what was going on. That same instant, a shirt came flying towards my car. It was the crazy guy, yea it turned out I was right in tagging him ‘crazy’! He had removed his shirt,flung it aside and was punching someone in the front passenger seat.
The car in front of me started moving, the driver was trying to squeeze through the narrow space beside Mr. Crazy’s car. I followed suit.
As I passed the silver Golf car, I deliberately slowed down to take in the situation. The crazy guy was still leaning into his car, his trouser had shifted downwards to reveal a traumatising half view of his bare black arse.
Seriously now…guys, this question is for you…why o...why will you put on your trousers without wearing something underneath? No boxers…No briefs…Why now? And then you will be causing bad luck for peeps by exposing the arse all around town?
Hmmm…LOL!!!
So, from where I was, I could see that Mr Crazy was punching hard blows into the face of this young lady who flayed her arms in front of her in an unsuccessful attempt to shield her face from the blows.
I looked around me, people were watching the scene with a lot of interest but no one was making any move to stop this craziness from going on! I almost screamed out to guy to stop hitting her but then I caught a glimpse of his face before I did. He had this evil maniacal look on his face. At that point I wasn’t even sure of this guy was not mentally deranged or something. He was screaming expletives which I couldn’t hear from where I was. The girl was screaming too.
The impatient honk of the car behind me made me realize I was causing my own mini-hold up on my side of the road so I moved ahead reluctantly. The scene was upsetting, whatever had transpired between the both of them, I didn’t feel the girl deserved to be handled that way.
I moved some metres ahead while still watching what was going on through my rear mirror. I saw that the guy had gotten back into the car and was now driving towards me so I stopped my car and waited for him to drive past. He drove past with such reckless speed that he nearly brushed the side of my car. This guy was definitely bunkers, I thought to myself as I kicked my engine and followed behind him.
Now, this guy drove like a possessed man, swerving and making suicidal turns that I feared that he would crash into someone/something. i couldnt keep a close tail on him because of his crazy driving but I maintained a fair distance.
Why was I even following them? I asked myself but I couldn’t answer. I swear, It wasn’t my natural ‘gbeborun’ instincts at work. I just felt a need to make sure that the girl was safe. I didn’t have a plan yet but my mind was working fast. There was a police check point at the junction ahead of us and I knew he would definitely slow down when he got there. The traffic at that point was a given.
Maybe I could report to the police men at the junction. They could arrest the guy for Violence or whatever…
We got to the junction and the Golf car slowed down, I drove into the next lane beside the golf as I frantically looked around for the police guys. They weren’t there! I turned to look into the car, he was shouting at the girl, I think she said something and then "Gbosaaa!" a slap and another one…na wa o…this guy wasn’t letting up….WHERE ARE THE POLICE WHEN YOU NEED THEM?!!!!
As the traffic warden motioned for us to move on, I made a detour back the way I came. I didnt know what to do and it was pointless following them to God knows where. And okay I admit, I was tired from the day’s hassles and I didn’t need any more.
But I drove back home with a heavy heart. That evening, I wouldnt have minded being a man(a macho one at that), that way, I would have taken that coward on and taught him the lesson of his life.
I was also depressed with the reality of the society we live in. A society where no one will lift a finger to help another person in need. People will rather look on, shake their heads in pity and move on, and oh... they will definitely take in the details of the incident well enough to recount it to another person, but help? No way!
It’s a sad sad situation.
Ialso couldnt help wondering what the girl could have done to deserve such a severe beating.
Did she sleep with his best friend? or maybe Spit in his mother's face?
What heinous crime did she commit to deserve that beating?
Is the guy’s action even justifiable?
Why didn’t she even jump out of the car? I would, if it was me o…but not before aiming one of my fingers straight into the crazy coward’s eyes.
*devilish grin* ;)
Meanwhile lots of you have been asking what I have been up to. Sorry, I went AWOL the way I did. make una no vex o...I have missed you all and will try to catch up on your blogs when I can.
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