Hurtful Insults, Unapologetic People

I was in a hurry because the distance between my mother and grandmother’s houses is quite a stretch. Back then, arriving at home after sunset was the number one infringement at home. Just midway home, I passed by this homestead, a shebeen. Most times we avoided this particular route because of this shebeen.

Loud music, strong stench of alcohol and urine, drunken adults singing, shoving each other, attempting to dance or hurling insults at each other, even at passersby. Unfortunately, this route happened to be the shortest home, and so on that day I had taken the route. Just when I was clearing the shebeen, moving as fast as I could, I passed a man just by the corner of that homestead, leaning by the fence, relieving himself.