He lunged forward
his fists tightly clenched. The blinding rage in him to much too hold him back,
or allow him to think of the consequences. Okeyo was tired of being bullied and
pushed around. The resentment hidden inside him for all those years seemed to
boil over. The blow landed firmly on one of his assailant's jaw knocking him of
balance. The other two were stunned to silence and watched with mouths agape.
The small arms moved viciously up and down landing with unbelievable power it
was astounding.
" Stop him," Juma managed to gasp as Issa stood quite transfixed by his shock. Omondi lay on the ground, his head rolling with the blows. Juma began to move forward when Okeyo leaped up and turned on him. His little flail frame moving furiously.
Okeyo had always been smaller than everyone his age. for this, he was bullied by all the bigger boys. at one point in primary school he used to be carried by the waistline of his pants and the other boys would run with him and toss him around like a doll. the effect was damaging to his gonads and left him with a permanent limp. unfortunately that did not stop them from going on with their bulling. They took away his lunch, hid his home work and beat him up whenever they had the chance.
There wasn't much difference at home. His father, who always seemed somewhat ashamed of him did not do anything to uplift his spirit. he called him a little girl.he would say, " You should stand up like a man, instead you choose to be pushed around like a woman.You don't deserve to be called my son."
His mother silently moaned at these insults. Her hands clasped over her mouth and the pityful wrinkles arched deep on her brow. She was resigned to nursing Okeyo's injuries every day after school. she loved him dearly, but she also wished he would defend himself. Okeyo had tried on several occasions to do just that, and the results, well, they bore no fruit. a broken arm, broken nose, sprained wrist and bruised tissue were all he ever had to show for it.
The latest trend was was to trip him over and step on his chest. An act that brought hearty laughter to all others around him but caused him severe grief. Omondi enjoyed it the most, the sadistic smile and false bravado of his conquest urged him on. But Okeyo had had enough. That brings us today. The last stand.
Okeyo had taken to carrying a knife which he hoped he would never use, though he never showed it to any one. He dreamt of slitting Omondi's throat and watching him gasp for life. Wished he would here him beg,The very idea gave Okeyo a manic bravado, tha he went ahead to challenge his assailants this morning.
Okeyo insulted Omondi and Juma the moment he saw them. their ignorance did let them focus on the manic glow in Okeyo's eyes, the excited froth lipping from his lips with every insult he hurled at them. they just went at him like they usually did, Omondi lifting him by the collar and bring him to his face.
" You really want to meet your maker, ant," Omondi started as he shook him a little like a rug-doll.
Juma was busy jeering in the background and Ismael just laughed. Omondi made to insult Okeyo's mother when he erupted with a sharp blow to Omondi's throat. The later fell back choking and gasping through short breaths.Ismael and Juma who were still cheering turned just in time to see Okeyo go wild on Omondi's face. only now did they fully grasp the weight of the situation. Juma came forward but Okeyo was to fast for him, having puled out the knife he slashed fast and furiously unaware of what he hit or what damage he did. In the panic, Juma fell back his assailant on top of him slashing and ranting madly. Juma screamed at the top of his lungs for help, but every one in the class was screaming or to afraid to move.
Issa was to stunned by the blood to stay. He feared he would be next an took flight. the commotion had caused a stir in the entire school and everyone went toward the class six block including the headmaster. They arrived to find Okeyo searching for Ismael in the class, Omondi danerously gasping and Juma bleeding all over but immobile. blood splutter spread on the wall and a horrified class backed up in one corner. Okeyo broke out in to a hysterical laughter that drove chills down everyone spins and prickled the hairs on the palms.
He chose to rebel because no one ever listened, nor did they seem to care. Now his father and the headmaster were at a loss of what to do. they stared at him in dead silence, they needed to solve this, but how could they when the ground had fallen out from under their feet.
" Stop him," Juma managed to gasp as Issa stood quite transfixed by his shock. Omondi lay on the ground, his head rolling with the blows. Juma began to move forward when Okeyo leaped up and turned on him. His little flail frame moving furiously.
Okeyo had always been smaller than everyone his age. for this, he was bullied by all the bigger boys. at one point in primary school he used to be carried by the waistline of his pants and the other boys would run with him and toss him around like a doll. the effect was damaging to his gonads and left him with a permanent limp. unfortunately that did not stop them from going on with their bulling. They took away his lunch, hid his home work and beat him up whenever they had the chance.
There wasn't much difference at home. His father, who always seemed somewhat ashamed of him did not do anything to uplift his spirit. he called him a little girl.he would say, " You should stand up like a man, instead you choose to be pushed around like a woman.You don't deserve to be called my son."
His mother silently moaned at these insults. Her hands clasped over her mouth and the pityful wrinkles arched deep on her brow. She was resigned to nursing Okeyo's injuries every day after school. she loved him dearly, but she also wished he would defend himself. Okeyo had tried on several occasions to do just that, and the results, well, they bore no fruit. a broken arm, broken nose, sprained wrist and bruised tissue were all he ever had to show for it.
The latest trend was was to trip him over and step on his chest. An act that brought hearty laughter to all others around him but caused him severe grief. Omondi enjoyed it the most, the sadistic smile and false bravado of his conquest urged him on. But Okeyo had had enough. That brings us today. The last stand.
Okeyo had taken to carrying a knife which he hoped he would never use, though he never showed it to any one. He dreamt of slitting Omondi's throat and watching him gasp for life. Wished he would here him beg,The very idea gave Okeyo a manic bravado, tha he went ahead to challenge his assailants this morning.
Okeyo insulted Omondi and Juma the moment he saw them. their ignorance did let them focus on the manic glow in Okeyo's eyes, the excited froth lipping from his lips with every insult he hurled at them. they just went at him like they usually did, Omondi lifting him by the collar and bring him to his face.
" You really want to meet your maker, ant," Omondi started as he shook him a little like a rug-doll.
Juma was busy jeering in the background and Ismael just laughed. Omondi made to insult Okeyo's mother when he erupted with a sharp blow to Omondi's throat. The later fell back choking and gasping through short breaths.Ismael and Juma who were still cheering turned just in time to see Okeyo go wild on Omondi's face. only now did they fully grasp the weight of the situation. Juma came forward but Okeyo was to fast for him, having puled out the knife he slashed fast and furiously unaware of what he hit or what damage he did. In the panic, Juma fell back his assailant on top of him slashing and ranting madly. Juma screamed at the top of his lungs for help, but every one in the class was screaming or to afraid to move.
Issa was to stunned by the blood to stay. He feared he would be next an took flight. the commotion had caused a stir in the entire school and everyone went toward the class six block including the headmaster. They arrived to find Okeyo searching for Ismael in the class, Omondi danerously gasping and Juma bleeding all over but immobile. blood splutter spread on the wall and a horrified class backed up in one corner. Okeyo broke out in to a hysterical laughter that drove chills down everyone spins and prickled the hairs on the palms.
He chose to rebel because no one ever listened, nor did they seem to care. Now his father and the headmaster were at a loss of what to do. they stared at him in dead silence, they needed to solve this, but how could they when the ground had fallen out from under their feet.
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