Upon visiting a friend's place we're in the terrace when all of a sudden comes a yelling and shouting from the far corner opposite to the street. It went on for a long time of shouts and died down when their mouth can no longer carry their shouts. It seems that somebody's really doesn't go along with one's neighbor. We ignore all these shouts but when there was a loud voices just down below.
We started gawking downwards. A drunken father was throwing tantrums. He really got a bad day and also beat his young son for which his neighbors started barring him from entering his own house. They started confronting him.
Problem dealing with drunkards is that the more you try confronting, the more heat they gave.
They start tugging for several minutes. Because his small body size he couldn't just win over them physically and started vocals! His verbal was really bad and he throws out the best of worse! They are fluently flowing out from his mouth.
Now along came a cyclist riding through the street. He wore a green color rather faded torn pants. No clothes on his body. His face probably looks like it got a day off from wash. No shoes.
He rode his cycle from the back and it makes him look like he's riding a Harley-Davidson's!
Seeing the tussle happening he jumped off from his cycle and approached the drunk guy. He looks very big when comparing to the drunk.
The drunk seeing a challenger now croaked at him saying "HEY" Our hero now stands in front of him and yelling louder that the man shouting "DAI" (the very common slang that showed challenge) he further added "WARANGU" All those who knew that word warangu(monkey) laughed.
The hothead drunk was now iced
Is he was quiet for that little reason!!
Our hero picked hid cycle and pedaled away.
Situation was under control!
We later learned that the hero of the day was a mental.
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