After a tense disagreement with Mike, John found himself engulfed in a swirl of insecurity. The desire to mend their rift weighed heavily on him, but every attempt seemed futile. Seeking refuge after a long day at work, he picked up the phone and called Kevo, one of his close friends. Spending time with him was the only surefire way to reclaim a sense of peace and clarity.
John had always been the life of the party—an inveterate drinker who embraced his habits like old friends. One evening, feeling particularly nostalgic, he grabbed his phone and called Kevo, his childhood companion. To his delight, Kevo answered right away, and they quickly decided to meet at the familiar Green Martingale bar, a favorite haunt where they could indulge in their love for alcohol.
Their friendship was forged in the innocence of childhood, an unbreakable bond that had weathered many storms—until one fateful night at a party changed everything. The tension between them stemmed from a tangled love story involving a woman named Praxedis, who had once been John's. Under the influence of too much alcohol, they had had a falling-out when Kevo, in a moment of boldness, swept Praxedis off her feet. She had latched onto him with such determination that Kevo felt he had no choice but to take her home, ultimately leading to their marriage.
As they regrouped at the bar around 7 PM, John arrived slightly early, ready to drown his sorrows. They preferred to sit outside, where the night air mingled with the warm glow of the bar lights, and before ordering, Kevo took the lead in sparking a genuine conversation. He knew how much their friendship meant and wanted to bridge the gap that had formed between them.
After some heartfelt exchanges, they ordered six bottles of beer. John had a legendary capacity for drink, polishing off a bottle in just three minutes. As they sipped on their beers and reminisced about their wild childhood escapades, the roasted meat they ordered filled the air with mouthwatering aromas. The clock moved with the rhythm of their laughter, carrying them through the hours until midnight, when the bar would close its doors.
When the last call echoed through the bar, they stumbled out onto the street, the weight of alcohol making their steps unsteady. The night was young, and the lure of another bar—just a few kilometers away—beckoned. They hopped onto a motorcycle, the wind whipping past them as they made their way to the next adventure.
Upon arrival, they settled in and placed an order reminiscent of their earlier one. At this point, their senses were dulled by the alcohol, but John's charisma flared to life. He spotted a striking brown-skinned lady and, with a surge of confidence fueled by liquid courage, invited her to join their table. She obliged, intrigued by the buzz around them.
With the night unfolding like a chaotic dream, John began to charm her with a smooth tongue, and soon they found themselves in a whirlwind of flirtation. Surrounded by the neon glow of the bar, they decided to book a room for the night. There was a catch, though—John agreed to buy her a smartphone, sealing their spontaneous connection with an absurd twist.
In that moment, under the haze of their balmy rendezvous, old friendships and new flings mingled, creating the perfect recipe for an unforgettable night.
The woman was astute, without a doubt. She skillfully demanded the twenty thousand shillings, and John handed it over without a second thought. Moments later, she excused herself, claiming she needed to use the washroom—but that was just a ruse. Before John knew it, she had vanished into thin air. As he sat waiting and growing increasingly anxious, the grim reality dawned on him: he had been conned. How could she do this to him after he trusted her? John's anger bubbled over. He couldn't afford to let this go; he had to track her down.
Determined, John pushed himself up and stumbled to the reception desk, frantically asking about her whereabouts. Ironically, he hadn't even gotten her name and had to rely on a vague description. The receptionist, perhaps out of misplaced goodwill, directed him to her apartment. That was a mistake; John was fueled by rage. He slammed his shoulder against her door, exerting all his strength, threatening to break it down.
But the woman inside wouldn't stay quiet. Sensing the imminent danger, she screamed, loud enough to rouse the neighborhood. Within minutes, a crowd gathered, armed with whatever they could find—stones, machetes, and other makeshift weapons. When they spotted John at the door, panic turned into anger. Misunderstood as a thief, he was met with a hail of stones before he could make his escape.
In the chaos, Kevo stood among the crowd, quietly observing. He had to keep his identity hidden; after all, the situation was volatile. As the tension subsided, he found himself searching for a way to connect with a friend, but his calls went unanswered. Frustrated and worried, he realized how deeply this affected him, knowing that his friend was in trouble.
The next day, John received an unexpected lifeline. A kind-hearted stranger, recognizing his peril, rushed him to the nearest hospital. Yet, the situation took a turn for the worse; John's condition deteriorated, necessitating a move to intensive care. He lay there, fighting for his life, unable to even blink. Meanwhile, his wife had not yet discovered what had happened. Even though worry knit her brow, she clung to the hope that he was safe.
Kevo couldn't shake his concerns. Rising early the next morning, he decided he must tell John's wife about the events of the previous day. Understanding that a burden shared is a burden halved, he arrived at her home, received warmly but briefly. With heavy hearts, he broke the news and left her to process the shock, her tears flowing freely, echoing her deep fear for her husband's fate.
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