It is a fine Sunday evening, I have left my house in the cold because my mind has somehow convinced my stomach that I am hungry and the only solution will be a very warm delicious Kebab. Its very muddy nanti Bulabira is apparently out of Aunt Jennifer’s jurisdiction still don’t know if her twin Allen knows about it though, so I am walking carefully making sure I find solid parts on the road to step on and not have my big rare lying in some puddle of muddy water.
Anyways, so there are people engaging in some Sunday celebrations at the local watering hole, a couple of ladies and a visibly intoxicated man. I stare at them with interest especially in the manner which one of the ladies is seated, she is dressed in a bright pink skirt and all her yellow thighs are out for the world to explore. I stare, shake my head in amusement then continue lazily walking, a Harrier passes by and parks in front of the watering hole and in those few minutes things just happened faster than my mind could register.
A lady alights from the Harrier and walks towards the lady in the pink skirt and calmly asks; “Are you Nakiranda?” the pink lady turns around assesses the former and ignores her. At this point, I realize “its lit'” like Bwomono says and forget my cravings. The Harrier lady picks a bottle from the table and hits Nakiranda with it, the bottle shatters all over the place and everyone around freezes for a few seconds before registering what was happening. Nakiranda is now lying on the ground and her female friend has run into the bar area to hide, I am now waiting for some Bruce Lee moves to commence.
The Harrier lady is seething with anger and looks like one of those raging angry bull Hannah Barbara cartoons that I used to watch on Boomerang. She lunges at Nakiranda and beats her till the pink skirt is tone to bits then starts ripping out the weave on the woman’s head, Nakiranda is screaming and trying to protect herself to no avail. At this time everyone has now understood what is happening and a crowd has already gathered around the two women. Nakiranda keeps screaming repeatedly while trying to protect her face; “WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME? ” Harrier lady doesn’t want to hear any of it and continues thumping Nakiranda, you may ask why no one was jumping to the poor woman’s rescue and think we were all heartless people but if you had seen the size of the attacker and how angry she looked, you would have watched on in disbelief.
After getting done, the Harrier lady walks to her car then suddenly turns like she forgot something, looks at Nakiranda with keys in her hands and points at the battered woman on the ground. “If I ever find you near my Husband or see your naked pictures on his phone again, I will cut off that thing that keeps sending you to other people’s husbands…” She got into her car and drove off. As the crowd slowly disperses with happiness that they have fodder for tomorrow’s lugambo, they talk among themselves about how these young girls deserve such for never leaving other people’s men.
As I walked away, I left two ladies covering Nakiranda with their wrappers and helping her get a boda boda back home while telling her to file a police report about the attack. I doubt Nakiranda will file the report, how many women get battered every day by fellow women because a man went out of his way to dip his pee stick in other woman? He is the one who knows that he is married before approaching the other woman and even giving in to the urges so why attack the other woman? Why not band with the other woman and teach him a lasting lesson? Why fight for a man in the first place? Is it ever worth it to embarrass yourself for a person that seems to disrespect you enough to publicly loiter with another woman while evidently knowing you are at home waiting? Why the hell can’t women resist married men?
These are the mysteries of life that I am not sure, I will ever understand but I know for sure that I will never fight another woman for a man, the fact that he is with both of you means that he is not sure about what he wants, so leave immature people alone or maybe some of you just love being in emotionally abusive relationships, Lord knows.