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Scaring The Spoilers Away

“Don’t look at her that way, she’s still a child.” Mr. Eke yelled at the two men admiring his daughter from their car by his right as they both waited at the traffic light near Abakpa Army Barack.

“Why then did you father a pretty girl when you can’t stand men admiring her?” Chika yelled back jokingly. His friend nodded in support.

But Mr. Eke was in for no jokes. He hated it when grown up men looked at a teenage girl in a certain way.

“Get your eyes off my daughter this moment and vanish. That’s how you go about spoiling little girls.”

“Hey girl! Don’t mind your father hmm, you’re a pretty girl and I’ll like to marry you in five years time. By then you’ll be a grown up.” Chika teased. “What’s your name? Do you have phone yet? Don’t worry, I’ll buy you one so we can always talk.” he talked the innocent girl who smiled at him in silence.

“That’s it.” Mr. Eke eased his tall strong frame out of his white Toyota Camry and walked to Chika’s car. By now the traffic light had turned green, but he didn’t care. Other motorist beeped their horns impatiently but he ignored them all.

“I’m warning you. Don’t talk to my child that way ever again.” He pointed at Chika.

“Okay, okay” Chika said, rolled up his glasses and pressed the central lock.” His friend laughed at his cowardice. He knew Chika could make trouble with his mouth but run away when it’s time to fight.

“He’s damn serious. Unbelievable! He’s one heck of an emotional wreck.” Chika said to his friend sobering up.

“I thought he was bluffing.” his friend said as Mr. Eke hit the windscreen over and over again, pointing his index finger, warning and challenging but It didn’t work to provoke Chika to an extent. He didn’t know chika well. Chika would never step out of his car for a fight nor make a public show of himself.

The motorists behind them stepped down and threatened to call the police if he did not get out of the way.

Mr. Eke then calmed down a bit after he had unleashed his annoyance by hitting the windscreen and bonnet of Chika’s car with his iron-like palm severally. He made to return to his car but it was too late. Two federal road safety officers, three policemen and five army officers had already gotten to the scene.

Once he stood aside, Chika drove away fast. The officers let Chika go because all the tens of fingers of dozens of motorists pointed at Mr. Eke as the only offender.

“Why are you obtructing the traffic?” Asked a soldier approaching him menacingly.

“I’m sorry sirs, I’m sorry. Those irresponsible young men made me mad.” he said to them.

“Put your hands behind your head! Stand away from your car! Move it!” Shouted one of the police officers who was holding a batten in his hand.

“This is federal road, not your private property.” A soldier said with a scary tone.

“I know sirs, I said….. I’m sorry sirs.”

The soldiers were furious because no one dared cause traffic jam at anywhere near the baracks. The federal road safety guys were ready to take him to the station as well as the policemen.

“Do you agree with me that you’re a bad example to the generation after you?” A soldier asked pointing at his fifteen year old daughter.

“Yes I know. It’ll never happen again.”

The soldiers and the policemen left when his daughter started crying and pleading on his behalf.

But Unfortunately he didn’t escape from a fine of thirty five thousand naira by the federal road safety department for obstructing the traffic. Mr. Eke had to go with the officers to office to settle the fine before continuing on his way to taking his child home from school.

He realised the gravity of his overeaction only after the deed had been done and his money wasted. That was the part he hated about the hot temper thing which had forced him to do unimaginable things like having physical combat with a twenty year old and at fifty-three as well as slapping an old woman that provoked him. He had been working on himself for more than twenty-five years without much success.

But one good thing about him which was rare in hot tempared people was that Mr. Eke was always ready to apologise once the demon left him.

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