Its been long since i hated somebody. Last time i remember, i was at high school,his name was Eric. I hated the boy he was my enemy. He beat up my friend so hard that my girlfriend had to dump me, yes dump me. I now had a toothless friend and a broken heart all because of Eric. I had to settle my score with him. Revenge was the theme. It all went down in the ring i came out the victor with a bleeding ear though, regards to Tyson.
Its now ten years later, over the years i have made more friends than enemies. It was only last month that i discovered that; my father had an enemy. You mess with my father you mess up with me. My father's enemy is my enemy. I had not see him that angry before, it was a month ago that he told me about this man. He called him his enemy. Who is this man you mess with my father you mess up with me.
Through research and networking i traced the culprit. I had to scare him, tell him to leave my father alone. A little beating here and there would do. So i gathered my stuff and left for the mission. With the aid of James Bond i managed to make my way into his bedroom. OH he has company ,"It's his wife i thought". I pulled the blanket,,oh my word mama what are you looking for?..."Son let me explain".."Explain what mama? ,you left us with dad".."Listen son thus what i was trying to tell you.This man is your father...
My father's enemy is my father.
Written by Hawulethu Dube
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