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Sunday drama. I've received a distress call from a cadre who says he was "having one or two" in a pub when a menacing patrol comprising cops & the hardy boys raided the joint.The imbibers knew they were wrong, which explains why the chap is now hiding under sacks of charcoal...
Terrified in his hideout in pitch darkness,he says he can hear rats gnawing at pieces of cardboard. But he would rather stay put coz he's shaken by screams of patrons groaning in agony as they're forced to lie on their tummies on the concrete pavement outside the pub. Hectic!...
I'm curious,& I'm sure u're also wondering wat on earth is going on in that neck of the woods. So,the chap tells me he found himself scrambling for cover as soon as the joint-command patrol burst into the seedy pub. Folks were merry-making;let's face it,everyone needs release...
He says it's a mystery how he found himself hiding under sacks of charcoal. What's more intriguing is how he & two strangers found themselves in that soot-filled hideout.Two men, one woman. The lady's phone rings rudely, startling the two chaps who are scared stiff. Hey!...
The lady is panicking. It's the hubby who's phoning her,but she dare not pick the call. She says she sneaked out of home,hoping to pass by the pub,grab a couple of beers & return home. The hubby wasn't at home wen she succumbed to a craving for the wise waters. "Ndicharohwa!"...
There's non-stop commotion as the patrons plead for mercy.The cops,loud & audacious coz they're enjoying solid back-up from the hardy boys,aren't hesitant to deliver a black boot to the backside. Frantic pleading! Our chap tells the other fugitives it's better to get out. No!...
Comrades & friends, what should I tell our chap to do? Get out of the hideout and face the wrath of the marauding goons? Or prepare to fork out a fat bribe? Alternatively, stay put under the sacks of charcoal while adventurous rats run helter-skelter in that dark-as-sin hideout?
