Hey, can we fight?

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One day, my girlfriend (now ex) got into a fight with me because I didn’t fight her. Close your mouth… I also get girlfriends, I have a girlfriend. I just don’t post her photos on Instagram because, you know, witchcraft is real, and some jealous neighbour may see our heavenly happiness and decide to roga us. I hate witches, those jealous people.

Now that I have finished dreamily staring into space with the sudden feeling of love, let me tell you about this ex of mine. She was frustrated because I was too loving, literally. And she had read somewhere that people don’t love you if you don’t fight. And she was wondering why we never fought. She would bring up opportunities to fight but I never took them, she even hit me with her phone one fine evening and challenged me, “If you are a man get up and fight me!”

Of course I should have stood up, walked to the bedroom and came out with a whip or some cane and caned her thoroughly like my great grandpa did about his wives. But I’m a lover, never a fighter… and I (almost meekly said), “No, love, I won’t fight you, I will fight for you.”

She was clearly not impressed by my Shakespearean romance because she took her now broken phone and left. Like the good gentleman I am, I didn’t follow her. And that’s how I became single.

See, I was never brought up to fight. If this was the medieval times, I would have been a war secretary rather than a soldier. My extended family is a fighting one, I’ve never fought. Not even in Primary school apart from this time a new student and his elder brother ganged up to fight, no, beat me one day after school. Luckily for me I had a cousin who’s a renowned fighter. Ken took on both of them and left them with red noses and asses. That must have sent a warning because no one challenged me to a fight again.

My friend, Ryan, was a fighter, and he was gutted when he heard I have never fought. He’s a huge American so he looks for brawls. He was always looking for fights in the bar for me to test my fists. Never materialized. He called me sissy. A title I wore with pride. It’s better than stitches or the mortuary slab, right?

Until the other day. I was in the centre of a mighty fight in a strange place…

Picture this: we’re totally knocked out some place in Kiambu. We’re walking out of a joint when a total stranger in a rowdy crowd spanks my girl. Not even a sissy would take that. So I throw punches, she throws a few slaps. Her friend comes in with a bottle. And hell breaks loose.

It was a war. Literally. I was fighting for my pride and these two girls were my loyal soldiers. It became a spectacle, we even got fans. I think we were doing our fighting quite well. We had a cause, our enemies were being driven by alcohol demons, and remember, we hate demons. So we were beating the demons out, not them.

Bouncers were no match. They threatened US with the police and I lend them my phone to call the police. We told them to call KDF.

You should have seen and felt the way we licked our lips when everybody backed off. Victory tastes great, friends.

And, after the war had ended and we were headed to the car, Kero(yes, he had to be there), who was trying to “separate” us all along decided it was his turn to hit. He came in with so much fury we had to carry him off one of the hooligans! Totally inexplicable.

I now knew what I had been missing throughout my life; the joy of fighting.

So, are you going to sit there reading this all day, or are we gonna fight? πŸ™‚

18 Comments Hey, can we fight?

  1. Jedz October 26, 2016 at 3:57 pm

    Let’s fight, please.

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    1. Frank Mwenda October 28, 2016 at 12:29 am

      Get a sling, Jedz. Because I’m Goliath

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  2. Willy Kelembe October 28, 2016 at 1:38 pm

    criuz a jokes

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  3. Sally Jaslysithia October 28, 2016 at 1:38 pm

    Let’s fight πŸ˜‚
    Love it!!!

    Reply
  4. Fridah Sheshe Maore October 28, 2016 at 1:39 pm

    Hahaha!!

    Reply
  5. Shemzylee Shelmith Maureen October 28, 2016 at 1:40 pm

    Okay, this is too hilarious, ” I have a girlfriend. I just don’t post her photos on Instagram because, you know, witchcraft is real, and some jealous neighbour may see our heavenly happiness and decide to roga us. I hate witches, those jealous people.” lol

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      1. Shemzylee Shelmith Maureen October 28, 2016 at 1:59 pm

        Good read… we’re really thaaat drunk

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        1. Frank Mwenda October 28, 2016 at 2:00 pm

          Shhh….**never been drunk**… I was protecting my women

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  6. Doris James October 28, 2016 at 2:02 pm

    Haaaaa

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  7. Norah Halwoni October 28, 2016 at 2:02 pm

    New Friday anthem….’are we gonna fight oo…if I show you my…..’ Hehe madimoni!

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    1. Frank Mwenda October 28, 2016 at 2:05 pm

      Hehe… kwanza hii vita ilikuwa hapo nje ya kwenu.

      Reply
  8. Glory Maingi October 28, 2016 at 2:06 pm

    I love reading your post…I think am the grandchild

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    1. Frank Mwenda October 28, 2016 at 2:06 pm

      Haha…but you are my grandchild…

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      1. Glory Maingi October 28, 2016 at 2:07 pm

        Exactly

        Reply
  9. liana March 7, 2017 at 10:01 am

    Hahahah awesome!!

    Reply

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