See people will see trouble and walk right into it.
So, yesterday while walking home. I stopped to play with kids around. A daily ritual that involved giving hugs and throwing them up. That’s my therapy. Part of my inspiration.
Somebody walked past me. ‘Hmmmm’ I perceived something. I turned and saw a young guy. He was carrying a pestle sized igbo. He dragged the thing. And released smoke ‘puaaaaah’. I hailed him “Popori.” That was his name or rather the street name I knew him by.
He hollered “Paaaastoooor.” I smiled and corrected him. He brushed me aside, “Pastor leave that thing. Find me small thing make I take high.” I looked at the plank of Igbo he was carrying. “Na heaven you wan high go?” I asked him. We both laugh. And part ways. He is 25. No known job
I’m home and then I’m out. Walk to my usual stall to get stuff. Lo and behold. Popori was still puffing. Out of nowhere one guy bumps into Popori mistakenly. The weed falls and the guy is unfortunate to still step on it. His unfortunateness is compounded when instead of apologizing to Popori he starts forming elder and claiming right.
Apologize to an Igbo smoker? I can feel your righteous indignation. When you finish reading what happened you may be free to choose your choice when you bump into one.
The Elder was in his late 30’s, same height as Popori slightly smaller and dark. They sized themselves up and we tried to reason with them. Elder just used his leg to kick sand on Poporis body. Everything scatter. Popori grappled him. They struggled then without warning ‘vimmmm’ we saw Uncle elder in the air.
The move was so fast just like we see in wrestling. Is it cross body abi body drop. ‘Gbuuummm’ he hit the floor. Elder screamed ‘ogbuoom( he has killed me). The water I was drinking came out of my nose.
Everybody burst into laughter.
Before Mr P could add punches to that drop we held him off. Did Elder hear? No he came back for more. He rushed Popori and walked straight into a punch ‘gbeeee’. He kept coming. Mr P was having fun ‘gbaa gboo gbee’. I raise my left nut for Elder. He was resilient. He took all the punches until he could grapple Mr P again.
And just like that he was in the air again. Ah this one na die. As he hit the floor ‘gbuuudummm.’ We rushed Popori again. The guy just stood up. Went jeje to one white chair and sat down.
If you see his face. His left eye was looking like a cow’s ball. It was like his right eye was near his ear. The next thing that came out of his mouth was “I wound for face?”
Who go tell am the answer?