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Episode eight

  Peace interrupted me with a reply branded with sarcasm and i smiled. What do you do about someone whose lips were full with nothing but sarcasm and found joy in being mean to other people everytime?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
   Everyone has their good side and their flaws , turns out Peace's good side was her flaw. She was funny and it made her sassy. Not my business anyway, i wasn't at the table for her alone and Favour sure knew i wasn't on the table for her either. She seemed engrossed in what she was doing on her phone but i doubted it, the smile on her face was too bright to be from a chat.
  She was listening and she was fighting the urge to laugh out loud.  Priscillia's did the magic and i curled my lips in a large smile then leaned against their table. So i wasn't the only one interested in turning the eatery into a wrestling ring where fists was replaced with bottles of coca-cola and their was no rules,no referee and no...what else rhymes with 'r'? Yes, no reasonable reason for fighting, she wanted it too but i wasn't going to give her what she threatened to start.
  It was a mere threat to get me out of their sight and it wasn't going to work. I wasn't going to be the weak one again. " What are you still waiting for? Here for a little rematch? Is that why you brought 'her'?" Priscilla shot Karmsi a hateful glare and Karmsi stepped forward.
" You should watch your tongue, it's no match for a tooth" she said calmly and i placed my hands on her shoulder. I had come to make peace not rage war and even though Priscilla thought winning was about being cruel,i was going to teach her it was more about being kind.

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Scene four
Episode eight

Prince turned around to behold the beholder and she eyed him from head to toe before returning her evil smirk at me.  I didn't need  a soothsayer to tell me i was in a deep dilemma neither did i need a prophet to foretell the events of the minutes to come.  The kind of soup in was one of its kind made out of sheer cruelty and the hatred  a total stranger developed for another total stranger .  This was madness but did i dare to say so?  Last time i checked my weight i was 47.8kg, i had kept on doing my online video work out so if my guess was accurate, my weight had to have reduced drastically...say 46.5kg. I was nothing close to obvious Peace Zara 80-90 kill-me-now  kilogram. One of her fist against my face and i wouldn't wake up to watch ' Good Morning Africa' the next day...maybe never even wake up until after summer or never even wake up ever again.  Non was a better choice and fleeing was impossible.  My feet was rooted to the ground and for a moment i felt my bladder lose a drop of fluid and i hurriedly pressed my knees together. It wasn't because the coke in my hand was the second that day...it was fear and it made me almost humiliate myself.  She twisted her mouth in that 'you are dead today'  twist and i had a hard time closing mine which had been ajar the whole time. They say one day you'll live this world behind so maybe it was finally my time to die if not in spirit but in dignity,self respect and in everything  i thought i had built for myself.  I heaved a sigh of relief as she stormed towards me with her fist clenched and a snort across her face.

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    "say Ha" is a normal expression used by nursing mothers when they want their kids to open their mouth and take a spoonful of cereal or whatever food it was they had in the plate but in my case, I wasn't begged to leave my mouth ajar in bewilderment and shock as the slap landed heavily against my cheeks.
  The slap was so hard I thought the flesh on my cheeks had stuck to her palms. I quickly placed mine against my face and heaved a sigh of relief.
   First Priscilla then Peace then Prince and it was finally my turn to leave my mouth ajar in disbelief. I totally didn't see the slap coming.  It was a quick flash of her palms and a sound like someone trying to kill a giant mosquito feasting on human skin with intent to save the world from Malaria not a angry slap from spilling coke...as bad as it was it was just coke and it was totally wrong of her to have given me that.  If only I could find the words to confront and correct her.
I stood searching for the right words to explain the misunderstanding and the shocking awkward moment but the words wouldn't come.
They stared at me with crossed brows and I stared back with bulgy eyebags.