I always knew cigarette smoking was a bad habit and it would somehow be involved in me starring death in the face and that is almost what just happened about 10 minutes ago.
So I ran out of cigarettes 🚬 about an hour ago and I thought I’d be able to sleep and get some in the morning. Well Eskom had other plans and it’s quite hot here and you tend to smoke a lot when you are sitting outside. Someone once convinced me that cigarette smoke chases the mosquitoes away. So I’m in whiteriver a town I’m not quite familiar with but me being me I decided to walk to the garage to get more smokes. I’ve never been scared to walk at night wherever I’ve been. I used to do it frequently in Pretoria and in Naas and always came out alive and unscathed. So here I was walking and chatting on WhatsApp to the nearest garage which is actually a 5 minute walk. I got to the garage and my favorite brand of cigarettes 🚬 Courtleigh were sold out and the cashier told me to go to another garage which is a street away. I’m quite a loyal person to my brand of cigarettes so I decided to walk anyway since the power was not due back for another 1 or so. I don’t know how it didn’t register that this was not my town and these nyaope boys don’t know me here. I turned into a corner and I was met with an entourage of them. I quickly put my phone in my back pocket . There was no way I was turning back because once you show these clowns you are scared they are quick to pounce. I walked in bigger strides than i usually do. One was standing and the others were all set for bed in the streets. As I passed the one who was standing I heard one of those who were about to sleep saying here is a job. I know the sound of a knife 🔪 very especially when they scratch it on the ground. I could have frozen but I decided to act quickly. I turned around punched the one that was standing hard with one of my best fists 👊🏿 in the face took of my flops and ran as fast as I could. I’m sure I could have even outran Wayde Van Niekerk the way I ran. Tomorrow morning I’m actually considering going for Olympic trials. As I began to tire I could here them still chasing me but there was no ways I was going to be robbed by drug junkies. The other problem I was facing is that I was running in the opposite direction from where I’m residing so no matter how far I ran I still had to come back that way. All these years of smoking were catching up with me as my lungs started to give out. I’m coughing like I have that coronavirus now. One thing I did know was I had opened a gap on these guys. I always put my phone on silent 24 7 and I got to a corner and I hid it. I managed to flag down those security personnel guys and I explained to them what happened. We went back to where I put my phone and now as I’m typing this I’m smoking 🚬 Stuyvesant Red 🤮 that the lady had suggested I buy earlier. This will probably be my last box of smokes ever
new world mischief 