It has been four months, and with people moving on, I have decided to forgive that drunkard in peace. One afternoon on Sunday, June 19, 2024, I borrowed a bicycle from a boy named John and rode from church to my home. A boy had given me a bicycle and told me he would come later to retrieve it. After arriving home, I left the bicycle outside and went into my room to change my clothes.
Once I changed, I came out and intended to ride down to a field where they were playing rugby. In an instant, the bicycle stopped moving, and when I turned my head, I noticed that the drunkard was pulling the bicycle back. I didn’t know where he had come from, so I told him, “Please, I just want to go. Just leave me alone.” The drunkard replied, “Give my bicycle back to me.” I explained, “This bicycle belongs to John. He’s waiting for me outside the gate.”
He insisted that the bicycle was his, and I offered, “If you need a cigarette, I’ll buy one for you.” I reached into my pocket to get some money. Suddenly, he swung his fist and elbow at me, knocking out my teeth. I lost consciousness. Five people witnessed the incident and confirmed that the bicycle did not belong to the drunkard; it was John’s bike.
The next day, I went to the police station to file an OB report and a medical report. I informed my family about the situation, but they did not seem concerned. Ultimately, I didn’t want to pressure anyone to take action on my behalf, so I chose to forgive that drunkard. I also realized that I don’t have the money to pursue legal action, as everything appears to be tied to money these days.
To be clear, if anything happens in the future—injuries, incidents, or deaths caused by another person—I encourage you all not to seek compensation from me. It is now time to mind our own business. If you find yourself in a similar situation, don’t beg for help. Just forget and forgive, as I am doing. This message is for anyone who reads this.
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