My Saturday, although rough and sweet, was very short; it just happened in a flash.
After the buzz of the day, I closed and went to the salon to have my hair cut to look like a normal human aganst tomorrow's church (Sunday). I did this after watching the Premier League match.
I returned home around 7:30 p.m., took my bath, had my dinner, and jumped into the bed to relax my thin body. Immediately I settled on bed, what I heard were noises of people wrestling with hits (blows) beside my window. I knew what was happening, and I didn't get furious because it's a normal thing in my area.
[My house is close to a busy lounge and fights occr often]
I stepped out of bed and moved to the window to watch the wrestling going on but unfortunately for me, I was late to the live show. People had separated them already, so I took the photo below to be used in this Contest.
The people on the photo were among the people separating them from fighting
After that, I thought the case had been resolved because one of the fighters was advised to leave the scene, which helped to tame the situation. But little did we know that the one we thought had left, went home to bring a cutlass to match his opponent.
When the machete guy arrived, noises filled everywhere again, which made people run helter-skelter. I had to close my window, put on trousers, and go outside to watch and not to separate fights.
Yeah, I wasn't ready to separate any fight between 'drunk/drugged people', especially when they have machetes. If they cut me in the process, who will I owe? Lol
The guy with the cutlass was damn angry; he was trying to force his way out of the hands of people who had held him, to pursue the other guy. In his vibrating manner, he said something that baffled me and yet was funny.
If I don't cut you this cutlass today, may I stop picking from Telegram?"
You understand that?
He meant that if he doesn't cut the guy with the cutlass, then bad luck should fall on him for his fraudulent act.
That's the world we live in; people are no longer scared or feel shy about being seen doing this.
After much dragging and separation by the people that held him, he was let loose, and by then, having used all his strength to shout, he couldn't do anything again.
He just picked up his cutlass and left.
After the whole thing, I began to imagine🤔, how woud it really be, for me to be fighting in the street. Never!
Sometimes I do see street fighting as not ordinary, because why would a normal human be fighting in the street? Just why?!
Thanks for reading.
This is my entry to the Week 62 Edition 03 of the Weekly Featured Contest in Hive Learners Community.