PEPPER SPRAY AND A PROBOX.

So last week  I told you how am thinking about buying a car ata kama ni probox?Well its now more than ever top on my priority list.Read and find out why.

Sunday the 14th,we went for christian meetings and afterwards,i went home changed and started my journey to another county for work.The trip to Limuru was marked by no incidences,the trip to Tigoni though,was drama galore.I got in a mat,hapa nyuma ya driver,and joined two more people a lady and a man,another person joined us,as the mat can not leave the stage without at least 20 people in it and that’s a rule.He was dead drunk,here is what you don’t know about me,my list of scary things starts with drunk people,mad people,heights,barking dogs and escalators,and don’t even ask why its on my list,i can never climb that thing,Ill take the stairs,or the elevator any day.So you can imagine my horror when the drunk idiot decided to use my shoulder as a pillow,i was horrified,i kept asking the tout to tell him not to lalia me.My complaints were heard,he was asked for fare and he didn’t have a penny  on him so he was thrown out,and i thought i could breath easy oh but how wrong I was.Another guy got in, i did not pay him any attention,till his hands started roaming on my thighs,at first i thought it was a mistake,then he decided to get more bolder and was now doing it openly pushing my skirt up to get his hands more room.Pervert,i thought.I asked him nicely without embarrassing him to kindly stop touching me, while pulling my skirt down,he wouldn’t stop,i forcefully moved his hand but he put it back, i have been known to have a temper shorter than Kevin Hart i got pissed off,so i loudly asked him to keep his hands to himself.Everybody in the mat heard that and he did not  like it.He started hurling insults at me,asking me kama gari ni yangu never missing a chance to call me out of my name ,i did not want to get in to a confrontation with him so i kept quite trying to calm my boiling rage down but he would not stop,obviously embarrassed. His  ego was scathed,maybe he had touched other people and gotten away with it,or he was just a bully and a pervert. Anyway,i was alighting at the next  stop so i let him make an ass out of himself.

The mat stopped and as he got off to make way for me,he asked the tout for his change saying he had changed his mind and wanted to go to the hospital even though he had said earlier he was going to Banana.My fear detector went up,i felt alarms blaring in my head.he crossed the road with him ahead of me,at no point was i going to let the moron be behind me,if he was gonna jump me,i thought it was only fair he be in front of me.

The parking lot was dark and deserted,which was weird as there is always a security guard at the gate and there is a huge security lamp near the pediatrics ward which lights up the parking area all the way to the gate.There is a small trailer kiosk near the gate,the pervert went stood in front of it.I was trembling,i wished i could turn back time and go take self defense classes,i wished i had pepper spray.I said a silent prayer and walked on.When i got to the kiosk,he jumped me,i wasn’t surprised i was anticipating it,he grabbed my wrist and twisted it roughly.He started asking me stupid annoying questions  like,nani ulikua una aibisha?unajua niko na kisu?I was getting pissed at his empty threats,if he had a knife he would have been brandishing it in my face,if he wanted to stab me he would have done it without asking me for my permission.I wanted to scream,but i knew no one would hear me,plus i don’t know how to scream 😀

He saw how calm i was *even if my heart was racing* and grabbed my top,he pulled me closer to him,bringing me in to his sour stinky breath.I was not having it i was fighting him trying desperately to free my self from  his clutch,in the process ,my hand bag fell scattering all of  its contents on the ground..He was still talking crazy telling me how he would make me call him daddy,in other circumstances i would have been rolling on the ground laughing,Call who daddy?

The guy was a few inches shorter than me,and skinny.”I am not big for nothing”,i thought to myself,”if i am going to get attacked,let it be by a Goliath”.I summoned up all of my courage and spat square on his eyes,with all of my strength i aimed at his groin with my knee,i missed and instead kicked his stomach,that was no soft kick,He sprawled on the ground screaming and groaning at me while i added a few kicks to his ribs.I picked my bag,shoved its contents in and ran like hell.When i got to the corridor,i found the security guards there chatting busily in Kisii,i was so mad at them,i yelled at them and told them how i could have been killed while they were busy gossiping.They went to the gate and the moron was gone.

I was shaking.It suddenly got colder.I will never look at short people the same way ever,they have egos bigger than The Rocks biceps.That guy was not going to assault me sexually,he wanted to beat me up for humiliating him and calling him out on his perversion.Well he never got that chance,wherever he is at he is nursing more than his stupid ego 😀

When you find yourself in such a situation,you shock yourself too,i have never hit anyone or spat ON/IN/AT anyone’s eyes,i don’t know where that came from.In view of that,i am  now super serious about a car.Meanwhile anyone who knows a place i can get a can of pepper spray,i will be more than happy to get it.

Next time a moron follows me to the parking lot,they will never find his body!

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33 thoughts on “PEPPER SPRAY AND A PROBOX.

  1. hahaha.i never knew saliva can be a repellant.Never mess with short guys they are tough,to compensate for their lack of height.

  2. Pepper spray would have come in handy, but your karate skills seem to be good too. All women need pepper spray though. You never know when it will come in handy. Sorry you had to go through that. Must have been so scary.

  3. That was some serious stuff right there, i like how you handled tha nigga. And i agree get pepper spay and everything else you need for yo safety!!

  4. i just cnt stop laughing hahahahahahahahaha hs alt of humour in it n thank God fr th energy he gave ucz othrwse…,nkt wsh u bit(koroma) hs dick cz h’d av learnt a lessn

  5. Hhehehe, good read.Self defense is a must have skill if you live in these perverted times! Poor fella is probably still having nightmares of a giant spitting in his face! 😀

  6. pole sana 4 the odeal we r truely living in troubled tymes. a friend of myn was mugged in tao the atha day nd sadly dint put up a fight. anywho thx 4 writing.

  7. you make a chilling story extremely funny….or maybe it is the kenyan in me that always laughs at the things that befall others. case in point: i was mugged sometime back and people were rolling on the floor when i narrated what befell me….they were kenyan enuf kusema pole tho…
    p.s. ….i know where to get pepper spray (hata herbal ukitaka!!!!!)

  8. mrng there hop u doing okay. jst a follow up. did the trancefomer chick get u the spray thingy or she wasn’t sereous? in any case it may turn out wat we need is jst 2 be cautious and pray 4 the best. keep up the writing:)

  9. …i dont mean to be rude…but will someone please tell sadik that there is a reason why hawkers dont sell pepper spray on the street….@jyokiviyella..pepper spray imeisha…demand iko high…hata olx hawana ;-))
    seriously tho…will connect you to my sources….

  10. apologies r in order trance …..neva ment to cause u any offence; if i did that wont make me any different to the pervert in limuru! nd in otha not i kinda of neva got ur email! but hop to see u kesho. inshala.

  11. hi pole for long silence nd yap ave been gettng that alot about the email~will sort that out nd put up a new email adress that actaually works. ment u all~expected to see u all hea kwa ur lovely blog. ave been readng past articles nd i lyk ur writing, hop they wil one day become more often nd more advertised. the phareeses 1 nd the 1 about ur bro wa of the chart. big up 2 al who r comenting nd trance umekimya sana!

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