I am in a really bad mood.
I won’t go into the reasons.
Suffice to say I shouldn’t be posting.
But, let’s try.
There came the day when I realised I should leave.
Well, it was ONE of the reasons.
A guy was stabbed in the hand by another chap.
He caught the stabber right outside our front gate.
And climbed into him with a knobkerrie.
Hmmmm….knobkerrie. Maybe you need some information about these weapons.
|Noun||1.||knobkerrie – a short wooden club with a heavy knob on one end; used by aborigines in southern Africa|
Now there is something.
I didn’t know we had Aborigines in South Africa.
Thought they were from Australia.
A crowd gathered and were cheering the proceedings.
My husband suggested going to stop the beating.
And I said NO!
Their blood was up.
And I could only foresee trouble.
The guy who was stabbed beat the shyte out of the other one.
And I watched.
And thought “crap, it is time to get out of here”
I don’t want to be this person.
The next day the chap who was beaten came into the shop and bought a beer.
He had a few lumps but was ok.
If that had been me I would have been stone dead.
Then something really distressing happened.
It was to change my life.