by Elwyn Pupang Pilyo
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"Bong andaki!" bellowed the drunkard. "Do i look like you?" He
persisted. "Upla Don na Ipatas baim bia na mi drink?" My drunk friend
argued.
I'd just arrived at Morata joining an already pissed group
of men. I was right on scene to witness...politics, politics and
politics... Enga style.
I wanted to get the heck outta there and at
it, very fast. I've had enough of this dick measuring. Here or back
home, I'd had enough of this nonsense. I knew for certain some egos were
gonna be hurt and I definitely didn't wannabe there when shit hit the fan.
Sure enough one of the biggie in the drunkard group, smashed a full stubbie at the first drunkard.
'Kaikai k na u usait' the biggie borrored down on my fallen and
drunkard friend. 'U bai kisim ples blo Ipatas ah?" He again smashed his
boot into his face.
As I stood frozen, I realised hell was about to
break loose in front of me. Of where there was no group I saw two groups
suddenly materialise at opposing ends. One of Ipatas and the other of
Don.
It was no holds barns. Do or die...
Grabbing my fallen friend I raced for the nearest cab. Pushing him in I jump in after.
"Go, go, go" I ordered the Kange driver to take off. As we drove off I
hear the unfolding lawlessness engulf the peaceful suburb behind us.
Before I could tell the panicky cabbie where to take us, he turns and asks "Em ol Souths na Kange pait eh?"
Goodness gracious I didnt expect the cabbie to also take on after such foolishness. Is this city also going crazy???.
(A typical scene on a night out in Pom)
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This article and more articles/short stories from Elwyn Pupang Pilyo will be published on this blog after I got his verbal consent to publish same. You can also read from his facebook page Elwyn Pupang Pilyo
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