We got into the dark corridor that led to the pub, my kid brother was walking a head of me and then from the other end a beefy gorilla of a guy was walking out, when he got to my brother he roughly shoved him aside, my brother being who he is, a gentleman, always the bigger person he let it slide. The thing is we had just downed a Richot at work before we closed shop with me taking the lion share, my judgement at this point wasn’t at it’s best. To me that push was a BIG deal. In my head I was like who the hell is this mother fucker, He thinks he can harass by people and walk away as if nothing happened!? Anyway we walked in but the further I went the angrier I became, I was thinking how much of a pussy I will be to witness my younger bro being messed up and walk away as if nothing happened.
I got to the entrance of the club and I was like no! I have to go back and deal with that mofo, he’s going to learn today. I get outside look left right and there he is! But there was a slight problem, I got to have a good look at this guy and man the guy was like 6,7 and brawny, bull necked, built like a gorilla, a real gorilla, and he looked like the kind of guy who who will snap your head off and walk away as if nothing has just happened.
A smart man chooses his battles wisely and knows when to back down and walk away, but being high, young and stupid (I had just finished KCSE waiting to go to uni) backing down wasn’t really an option. I walked to this gorilla and tapped him on the shoulder and I was like Unajua uleninani umeskuma, and the mother fucker looks at me! Nikajua hapa nimazishi. I had the option of apologizing and walking away atleast with my shuttered ego, but at this point my better senses were already out of the window, so I found myself stupidly saying, Kama unataka kujua nifuate, and walked into the pub so fast knowing that if this guy catches up with me before I get my back up, I will be dead. I walk in with the guy hot on heels. As I was about to get into the entrance the guy is a grabs me and carries me like you would carry a young fragile baby.
I could feel myself flying over the tables tables, sweeping away the drinks with me, I could hear people screaming on top of their voices and then I landed in a thud on broken bottles and glasses. I stayed down for a few seconds but it felt like a life time. At that point I knew this is a wrap, I am dying! But I am not going down without a fight! Adrenalin kicked, I could feel every muscles in is bustling and vibrating with energy!
I don’t think I have been so angry and so terrified at the same damn time in my entire life, I got up carrying a broken Mzinga bottle with me, the screaming intensifies , I later learned that at this point I was covered in blood, but I didn’t notice it at the time, it was a classic David vs Goliath scene, as I look around I see my brother swinging a bottle, swinging, swinging! crushing on this guys head but the guy is not going down, he is confused, wobbling, clutching into tiny air, the guy notices me and he is walking towards me, at that point in time I was convinced this is a matter of life and death. I did what anyone would do, using the broken part of the bottle I wrote my signature on the side of his face followed by a kick on his pot belly.I am not a bad person, self defense is a primal instinct otherwise we’ll be extinct. He let out a scream! you haven’t heard nothing yet until you have heard a 6,7 gorilla scream, he didn’t fight back, he walks away, he walks out.
Then I am surrounded by everyone and everyone is telling me the guy is one of the most feared cops and he is definitely going for back up. The adrenaline, the anger, wouldn’t allow me to back down, so I tell my brother lets get into a out pick up, I got the a jack and stood at the back of the pick up like a Syrian militia the only thing missing was a rocket launcher or an automatic machine, brother starts the thing and slowly drives along the road leading to the police station.
It’s was a small town then, there where no traffic lights, by 9 almost the whole town is a sleep, Then we see the mofo half walking half running, the anger, the adrenaline, the alcohol kicked in, I yelled to my brother my brother ndio huyo! He swerves the jalopy to his side of the road, the mofo didn’t see that coming, he is now between us and a ditch running a long the road , he can’t out run the our old junk. I swang the jack and smashed him on shoulder, he let out a yelp he slid into the ditch. The pickup swerved back to the road in top speed, I was standing at the back clinging to the metal bars, and we drove all the way home, and I slept like a baby.
Either really have good friends who never snitched or we totally broke the man’s spirit and ego that he couldn’t dare come back. Five years later I was in the same pub, I get to the loo, I am done washing hands, I look into the mirror and I saw a guy looking like birdman on my back , I turned back nodded in acknowledgement, he nodded back and I walked away and I had several mini heart attacks.
RESPECT to the decent police officers who work hard and sacrifice to ensure our security.