On an of and on a journey at juggling Stratford, i was on my way transiting from the days routine at about 17.45p.m and dressed in the usual stuff for formalities, the only unique difference was that i was looking money.If you render services in the city, there is a tendency for you to look money full-on and if you don't that is your prerogative and most probably the gradual demise of the pro prospects in you.Perception and first time impressions is a vital tool in the city circles.After all in Australia your height can positively add up to how pro you are,if you are a short lady you may likely be considered less pro and if you are tall you are assumably preferable as walking tall with shoulders high is a professional quality.Be that as it may,i was on the platform trying to change route,such times as users know; could be irritable 'cos it is dead busy, peak commune times.The leather bag i was carrying had the likes of Waterstones and therefore was incredibly heavy.All i needed to do was for the tube T to stop and i hop in.
While still waiting on the platform as the T was going to be there in 5 minutes.There was these two guys who seems to have appeared from nowhere other than the wilderness.Both of them literally began to dangle behind me as ghost images,first to my back left hand side and afterwards to my back right hand side.I was trying hard to avoid turning a whole body 360 degrees just to look at a stranger.Doing such turns at times could be very uncivilised as you can make someone embarrassed,especially ladies.The dangling momentum from both boys continued repeatedly and at split seconds, spontaneously too.At some point i looked at the rear towards the boys,they quickly turned and looked away with their hawky eyes as if to act like they are purposefully waiting for the tube train as everybody around was doing.
A few seconds i overhead one vocally telling the other about their strategic move.Basically the plan was for one to run downstairs into the deep floors of the station to my left while the other does the same but in the right opposite end of the tube station.Having overhead their mischievous plans and caught their eyes rolling as an Owl, coupled with their evil outlandish body languages; i decided to brave up myself.I speedily travelled in my mind,thinking to myself how daringly desperate the boys are to ignore CCTV images and live footing snapshots in a busy S'ford international, which in 7 years is going to become the major venue for the 2012 London Olympics.I felt pathetic for their souls.They appeared in their mischief activities as reptiles to me.
All suddenly i started feeling calm and anxious.I got sweaty too,i didn't care .I pretended like i had no idea of what they were about to embark upon.However i was simply waiting for that golden Olympic moment when one or both of the pick pocketer and bag snatchers will make a satanic move.I stood firm like an Olympus.Consciously alert like a Russian Red Army on a standby, waiting for an instruction to launch attack on an enemy.Thoughts of a British gentleman rushed through my emotions,'yeah just tell dem off''. Another thought said to me 'be a warrior,why should you chicken out if they try to mess up with your stuff''.How dare they? 'don't they know that you have killed two imaginary lions with your bare hands before, are they crazy; young rattle snakes.' All these thoughts flowed through my mind.
Meanwhile in a matter of seconds and minutes, the boys were busy body languaging themselves.I wanted to simply walk away and go to the main station floor downstairs, but on a reviewed thought i decided that it might be a more dangerous thing to do than repositioning myself where i am, afterall crowdy commuters are there too but dispersed a bit.Within jiffy moments the rudest of the two said to the other ''you reckon?''.Instantly i knew that means two actions, firstly they have concluded, secondly they will be striking their B52 Bomber fingers in less than a micro-sec time.So what did i do?, trust a city lad from the rubber tree hoods and sunny woodlands of Africa.I turned myself around like a an ex-military veteran and voiced out in the most bravest manner ''Reckon what??? ''.The next line of action i saw was that both imbeciles fled from me and the station platform itself like two collared headed Reptilia lizards from the sudanese hot deserts.
I won the battle and the race of breathe.The ladies on the platforms with high heeled stiletto shoes leaning on the pillars,with long eye lashes popped out their eyes in amazement of the way the boys ran away.Some men closest to me in striped stone cold, double breasted suits nodded their heads in outright pity for the no future ambition(NFA) boys.An old lady walked up to me and whispered:Reckon what??? and i smiled exhaustively while hopping into the tube train which arrived at the nick of time and off we went like the zion train.
Jesus Christ is LORD ! Accept it and deal with it !
Keep having good decent fun !!
Your host as always: Kings OMOZORE.
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