Kings. Not Queens, Not Ladies

Stop there!’ he yelled. She stopped, looked back and made attempt to kneel in fear of him doing something that’ll hurt her. I was standing afar with my sister- we wanted to get bread at a retail shop- and the sound of his voice caught my attention. I tapped my sister, and she told me to just watch- she knows I don’t take shit. He moved closer to her, and while she wanted to take to her heels, he grabbed her by the hand and pushed her to the floor. ‘Why you no leave food for me for house before you waka go?’ he asked. Before she tried to explain herself, he bent down and landed three sounding slaps on her cheeks. ‘if e sure for you, make I no meet food for dah table before I reach house. Idiot!’ he said, pointing at her in anger, moving away from the scene.
My hood is known for violence- men beating their wives, thugs harassing people, thieves snatching bags and standing firm as if they’re the initial owners, government workers coming to harass market women, bus drivers arguing with their conductors, and any other form of violence you can think of. Also, my hood is popular for we have the highest number of school- primary, secondary, university- dropouts. No one really want to go to school- the males especially. You’ll hear them say things like make e reach two years now I go be boss for this street, wetin I wan use school do when my street dey kampe, I be boss already na to gather small money remain, and other forms of street-like self-encouragement.
Despite the roughness of our hood, I and my sister loved it there. That why every time we have a short break in school- we both attend Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife- we come back to the hood- our grandmother stays there. My sister, Boluwatife is the eldest, and I, the youngest of three- our brother detests the hood. It even annoys him when we address it as ‘our hood.’ I and my sister have lots of things in common and one of them is to maintain peace and order. I especially. It angers me when I see someone maltreated and mistreated.
It was 6am in the morning. The cock crow woke me up and I tapped my sister to wake her up- we jog every morning. She rolled over and waved her hand at me, signalling me to leave without her. I stood up, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face and after, I got dressed for the morning jog. As I approached the regular bus stop for commercials, I noticed a female figure, struggling to free herself from a male figure. It was still a bit dark but I was certain of what I saw. I moved closer, and I realised the man was trying to rape the lady. It was the man I saw the other day, the one who slapped his wife. I got furious. He didn’t realise when I got behind him- he was busy trying to get the lady to lie on her back. I landed him a punch. As he turned back in shock of the punch, the lady ran away. ‘Na you wan spoil my show abi, I go show you the package wey I get today. No be tomorrow,’ he said. I laughed hysterically and told him I was ready for him too.
We got into a fight and unknowingly, people already gathered around us, watching. Not long after, my sister arrived the scene with two policemen. She said the lady that almost got raped came to inform her of the incidence and they hurried to the police station. The man almost escaped but he was caught and taken to the police station. While he was being arrested, I brought out my tongue in jest and told him, ‘no one messes with nobody in my hood. You mess up, I mess you up too.’



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