For the first time, we members of the Crew have been exposed to violence. One of our own has sparked a scenario, that had it not been for ‘Atsogoleri’ Rob M’s diplomacy; we would have seen the worst.
It all started a while ago, when Joe dialed some number before a two-minute conversation ensued. We thought it was just one of those romantic dilemma talks that he is famed for.
“Hallo Joyce…oh, yes, you are missing! Can you get us here, eeeh, the usual place, near Devils Street, so that we hammer one one; …yes, I am with the whole Crew..no problem!” ended the conversation.
He smiled, threw his fist up and down before boasting that some cute lady we all knew was joining our company.
That is what subsequently ignited Joe’s merry making mood; throwing rounds and rounds of beers, even to people he did not know. Everyone in the joint realised our friend has had a good catch, and was waiting for a cute feminine company.
We waited the lady he said we knew. 30 minutes, we waited in vain.
Joe could not; that time, an hour ago, resist. He decided to call again; the same number he called the lady.
“Hello…eeh, eeh, eh, whaat! No…no…no!” he stammered, and stammered, his body looked to be in the jerking sort of mood.
Then he cut the line, or the other end did cut it.
“Ma gaye, nyambalo… yalakwa [guys, I have stepped on a raw nerve!”
“What!” we from the Crew asked in unison.
“Guys, expect fire, expect real ‘World War’ here, soon. The phone was answered by the woman’s, I mean, Joyce’s husband!” he exclaimed.
“Joyce?” Which Joyce?” Asked Lackson.
“The same one you know who comes with her ‘husband’ to the downtown watering hole we frequent at Chigwiri. She was supposed to drive here to meet me; maybe you did not know, we sort of exchange good times at times,” said Joe.
And now to the present:
The guy is the one we have just pleaded to stop kicking our own Joe and his Joyce.
“You are stupid..so is this friendship? Are we not friends enough that you should abstain from going out with my better half here? Do you know she is my second wife? For that, both you and she are going to wish your mothers were your fathers, and vice-versa. I am going to beat you to the brim, I am going to dry all the blood in your circulation system…they don’t call me Kayombe for nothing!” shouts the angry guy.
We plead with him to stop beating the two. Actually he has grabbed the lady using one hand, and our own Joe, using the other. He is pushing them to and from the nearest wall. Blood is oozing in parts of the two’s bodies.
“Please, instead of beating them, let us find a common ground. We all know these people are wrong; the very wrong one being our own Joe, let us sit down, we of the Crew and yourself somewhere..let sanity and justice prevail.. By the way, boss, don’t we pray together at our church? Are you not our Church elder?” pleads ‘Atsogoleri’.
And we all see the shame and shock in the eyes and face of the man; who then zooms off in his car, carrying along the lady!
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