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Showing posts with label Violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Violence. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

tAMinG tHe LaGos GaNgsTeR 2 (contd.)

... At this point I figured he was a troublemaker and was already inhabited by the spirit of anarchy, I couldn’t resist stirring at his unseen hand half expecting him to pull out a weapon. I looked at him seriously thinking about his answer and half wishing I could punch the taste out of his mouth. if you have no clue what i am talking about you might want to read the 1st Installment of this post here

Only a week before that I went ApeShit-Crazy on a Tri-Cyclist in Phase one who made a long scratch on my car because he refused to be patient. Scratching the car wasn’t my problem, it was that he had the guts to zoom off without an apology, I chased him down slapped the taste out of his mouth and seized his keys, which I drove off with hoping to return it to their association head (which I did by the following day). My wife didn’t let me hear the last of that, so imagine what was going through my mind that night when this guy unleashed his demons.

Back to the anarchist Moshood, For some reason the Spirit kept me from acting up so I got close to the guy and said to him: “I promise you tears this night just keep coming” and I drove off half praying and expecting him to hit me again and keep tailing me. 10 mins later past OANDO I turned into my neighborhood waiting for him to pull in right after me, but no sign of him for a while I was sure he specifically had a mission, a part of me was scared for my wife in the car with me, but the choleric in me couldn’t stand being cheated. I eventually drove home  and stewed in disbelief, and then it hit me! 
Exactly 7 days before that I was the unforgiving macho who was dolling out slaps and seizing keys but now I was powerless even in the face of intentional provocation.

Imagine for a minute another scenario where I punched the guy and maybe he had a medical condition and was also drunk and he passed out right there or even died; or another scenario where I approached him and he pulled out a gun and shot me right there all for nothing. 
How would that play out for my family, or friends of mine or his friends who would at most have donated their avatars, and BBM Display Pictures for 24hrs. 
Some times, some fights are not worth your life or emotion. Understand that every choice you make has consequences and to every ying there is a yang. 'Nigga moments' don’t make you a better person, you have absolutely no point to prove. Life is too short live peaceably with every man as best you can and let God fight your course. Never complain about situations you have no control over. That said have a great day.


-- @gozzim

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

tAMinG tHe LaGos GaNgsTeR…


Last Friday, I received a harsh lesson in patience. The kind of lesson someone with my temperament wouldn’t naturally be open to. I had just rounded off my activities for the day by attending a special program of music and Comedy at the Pistis Centre called NJOY with my wife. Leaving the venue in high spirits and heading straight into the OANDO traffic along the Lekki axis, my wife and I recalled jokes from the event as we drove and then all of a sudden I felt a sharp jolt.
We had been hit from behind and I looked through the rear view mirror to be sure it wasn’t a set up, got out of the car to assess the damage and without even looking at the other driver  (lets call him ‘Moshood’ for the purpose of this piece) got back in the car.

As I settled back into the driver’s seat, I looked at the clock it was about 9:00PM and I figured it was a dangerous time to be making trouble so as I prepared to drive off I felt yet another hard jolt, this time a slightly louder sound from the SUV Moshood was driving. This couldn’t be happening, was this guy deliberately trying to provoke me? For some reason I chose to ignore him and kept driving. I must note that it took a lot for me to not even look at or talk to Moshood, the driver of that car.

You see I have always known there are really mad and irresponsible people in Lagos but talking about it is one thing and seeing it play out is another. Still stuck in that traffic we kept moving, my wife did all she could to calm me down and then I began to see reason, but just as I was cooling off and making excuses for Moshood’s conduct in my mind thinking maybe he was drunk and all, another loud BANG! From behind. Hell no! I wasn’t having non of this sh#%t no more…

I got out of the car keeping my distance and avoiding a clear line of sight should incase a gun gets pointed at me I examined my car once again, just a minor scratch on my bumper and I approached the driver: “ are you looking for a fight, of have we met before?” I asked the driver. His exact response was this and I quote: “ I have hit you exactly 3 times. 3 times is exactly what it took for you to come find out if I had a problem.” Then he kept quite, maybe waiting for my reaction...

To be Continued...

If you are still reading this I would like to ask a simple question:
what would you do if you were in my position?

I am particularly interested in your responses please leave your comments.

--@gozzim


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