I ALMOST SLAPPED HER

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I left home as early as possible, I haven’t had enough sleep but I just had to do the needful else I would be stuck in the traffic and I’d be very late to the office. It was in this haste that I entered a bus heading my office location. There was still a space near me and so a very fat young woman with tattoo all over her body and heavily pierced ears and nose was beckoned on by the bus conductor to come inside the bus. Although there were spaces at the other seats, this fat woman didn’t just come to seat near me which isn’t a problem, she threw herself at me, half of me got swallowed in her flesh.
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“Madam, what is the problem? Adjust yourself” I told her but she gave me one serious look that audibly meant “who is talking?” And frankly speaking, it wasn’t such a morning I was in the mood for jokes. I had a very serious night and what I needed that morning wasn’t annoyance. I struggled to get myself out of her flesh that covered half of me
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“Who is this idiot?” she snapped at me and I couldn’t believe my ears. Did this woman really called me an Idiot? I would just beat her up and nothing would happen, that was the first thing that came to my mind, not that I had ever done it before but there was something about me that morning. She tried pushing me and pressing me to the end of the bus in the sense that I almost got injured and I had to yell out!
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“Who are you this woman? Who sent you to me this morning?”
“You are an idiot!” She screamed at me
Something was boiling in me, if I was a dragon she wouldn’t have been able to escape the fire that would be breathed out! With that fume I yelled back at her “you are very stupid!” The moment I said that, something struck my heart. It didn’t quickly made me weak, I was still ready to express my anger but I was already feeling very guilty about it. I couldn’t have told her she is stupid, I thought to myself but anyway she was very wrong and other passengers were busy watching the drama without even making her know she was wrong. I know all they wanted was an exciting scene, maybe they wanted to have a story to tell.
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About my upbringing.
Mum brought us up in a way it seemed as abomination to curse people or use curse words. We don’t say “waka” or use any offensive word at home. Dad at times would use such words but we never learnt it from him, it always sounded like abomination when anyone of us use such words. At a point we weren’t struggling not to use curse words, it was just part of us never to curse someone regardless of what they do. We may fight and even bite ourselves but you would never hear someone say “you are idiot” or “you are very stupid.” Anyone of us who uses such word today obviously learnt it recently! This is why after I had used a curse word on that woman in retaliation, I started feeling bad immediately while still knowing she was a troublesome woman.
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She has kept pressing me hard to the end of the bus and I decided to channel my shout to the conductor. “Excuse me, I want to get down from this bus. I can’t stay with her here. She can have it to herself. Let me find another bus.” The driver and the conductor started pleading with me, they told me to stay in the front row as there was still space and I forced a smile, got up from there and moved to that seat.
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It wasn’t long, the fat lady started shouting at me again, saying of manner of ugly things. She said I am a very hungry fellow who is just well dressed as a cover up, she said she was sure I was using my tablet device for the sake of pride! My God! I was surprise she took time to look at me to notice I was carrying a tablet device. She said I am the most ugly thing she had ever seen in her life and that she is sure I have no father as my mum would be one of those single mothers! For bringing single mothers into this, I almost snapped back at her but I had to hold myself.
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I didn’t say a word even when those words were striking me painfully, if I say I wasn’t boiling in anger, I am a liar! I had words to say, more painful words to tell her that might make her cry in that bus but I held myself so tight, promising myself that I will put my emotions under control in this very situation.
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Then she said she was sure my mum is in the village suffering while I am in town being useless. Her phone rang, after answering the call she ended it with “my dear, don’t mind them. They are very stupid people just like the one I have in this bus. Bunch of epileptic idiots! Monkeys without a future.” At this point, my emotion moved from anger to pity, now I realized this young woman needed help. With all the ear and nose rings, the perfume, designers, make up and tattoos, I saw beyond it! I saw a woman who just need help. If only she could admit it, she needed to undergo therapy. I stopped being angry, I smiled, opened my bag, got a headset and started listening to songs from Jesus Culture. I know I was different and I didn’t have to act to people the same way they acted to me. I relaxed my head, closed my eyes and muttered “Lord, I am sorry for ever telling her she is stupid. May she receive help.” Few minutes ago I had felt like tearing her apart but now I felt she needed help and I was just having pity on her.
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What difference would it have made if I responded back to every words she spoke? What solution would be solved if I had hit her or if we had started exchanging blows in the bus? I would become exactly like her, I would be classified as crazy as she was and the headline would be “TWO FIGHTERS IN THE BUS.” I would bear just the same identity with her. I know I was different, I know it wouldn’t be nice wearing her nature just to be branded the winner. The best way to deal with conflict is to avoid getting into one. It is okay to be called a coward but you maintain your dignity. When you fight with a mad man you are also considered mad.
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She stopped at Abraka Junction, I had removed the headset from my ears. She got down the bus and gave me another annoying look but I still said nothing and she walked away with a very heavy sigh. When she had got off, the passengers started talking and making noise. One said “if I was this guy, I would have slapped her!” A woman said “I don’t know why this boy didn’t say a word but for me, I would have messed her up this morning for bringing in my mum into it.” Everyone was now bringing in suggestions of what I should have done to the woman. Some were expecting me to tell them why I was quiet but I helped them further by plugging back the headset with a whisper to myself “if there is anything we can do to avoid trouble, let’s just do it. A dirty man doesn’t avoid neat people, it is a neat man that avoids a dirty person. Two wrongs cannot make right.”
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