TWO PRETTY THIEVIES

History will always repeat itself, but in more dynamic ways than one. Just as the moon embraced the clouds and as the frogs were setting the pace and rhythm of the nights, I walked slowly down the road. It was not a narrow street but its broad nature had not encountered either the local or state Government’s intervention, hence the different stones that littered these sand filled road would not allow for any other movement but a cat walk. It was barely my usual gait, courtesy my long hours of sitting in the car due to the traffic which I had just escaped.

Now it was quarter past 10 at night and only business night crawlers would beat the dark with sexy and glittering looks that set the night mood for dangerous romance. Yet it was not their route, my street has not being celebrated in recent times for such, so I wondered whose voices penetrated the night at such a time. As I moved closer to the images, I became more interested and curious rather than being scared, my slow pace encouraged my capture and quick analysis of a drama that was never my business: yet it was now my business, as I was more of an audience. At first, it seem more like a radio drama, so I only imagined the next line of action but as I drew near the scene, my tired face brightened up.

Lo and behold! The images that seem hidden and weird in the dark from a distance, now began to form into shapes, then my beautiful and dexterous mind willfully engaged itself in joining the figment of the sounds and voices to the different movements and then I had a good storyline. To my surprise, it was a fight. Yes a fight of two pretty thieves.

Apparently, an undisclosed reporter had informed the first thief, on the need to set up her "man" but she was not sure, so the reporter had given her a detailed information of the time and place where her man had always come with yet another jobless thief to have a good time. Unfortunately tonight had the sun shining in the dark and the seemingly owner caught the thief. Now the beauty of the drama was that the man who was cheating on these two ladies was right in their middle while they hauled insults and causes at each other. 

Each one would stretch her hand to hit the other and the man would wedge it for either of them. I was already drained from the traffic but this fight tickled me till I laughed.

Lady A: I will deal with you tonight, you this thief.

Lady B: Who is a thief, if not you?

Lady A: You think I am not aware of how he often bring you here… Hmnmmmnm I will kill you tonight.

Lady B: You cannot do anything. Do you know who I am?

The man/ Player: Leave her alone nah. I mean you (Lady A) you too (Lady B) leave her cloth…

By this time the petite looking “lady B” was almost topless while the plus size “lady A” was ready to take “lady B” on a 6 feet adventure.

Oh my world! I thought to myself, what a world. The man in question was unapologetic to either of them and yet each one was furious enough to fight for his love. I only wish ladies would learn how to walk away rather than get stained with issues like this. My advice would be, stop being desperate to find out if He is cheating on you, else once you do, it will hurt you and affect your progress. Secondly, if eventually you find out, please do not react in your anger. Walk away from the scene and react when you are in the right frame of mind. As for the men who are players, please consider the emotional pain and trauma involved in your games. Put yourself in their shoes.

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