MAGORO LUV (PART 1)
They say your first impressions make a lasting
impression, how powerful and true this saying is. Little did I know that this
simple phrase would have a great impact in my life and until this day, I have
practiced to be perfect and presentable when meeting someone for the first
time. A great lesson learnt in life for me. Learning this great lessen however
came in the most strangest of fashion and that would lead me to my one true
love.She was the pick of the lot, the complete package, the girl of my dreams. She
was smart, she had a lot of things in common with me, and important of all, she
loved me for who I was. The story shall try to capture emotions, life lessons, and any other lessons learnt along the journey. Readers are assured of a tantalizing read as it would be published in parts, ensuring readers come back for more. Enjoy!
Early High School Life
Early High School Life
It was high school days and I was the worst of
the worst in my class. The principle and the teaching staff all knew who I was.
Girls and boys feared me; I was student by day, gangster by nightfall.
School fights, drunken brawls, stealing cars those were some of the bad things
that I did. Little did I know that a girl from the ‘Island of Love’ (Milne Bay)
would change my life forever and I would never be the same again.
It was a cold night on the streets of Lae, my
crew and I were lurking as usual for potential people to rob, steal their cars
or beat up. I was upbeat as usual, barking orders to the boys to keep watch for
any potential victims. As if it was like a volcano erupting without prior notice to people, a fight suddenly erupted involving street gangs from 7th Street and one of my people from the 8th Street.The other faction was beating our guy.
The fight escalated into a full out street
fight in minutes, converging onto a full section of the road at top town in
Lae. I was directly in the middle of it, fighting and ducking as bush knives
and bayonets were exchanged in battle. In all this chaos, I heard someone
calling my special name, “Duffy! Duffy!” I turned and saw that it was Claire,
my class girl with her family stuck in their car, with boys surrounding it and
trying to drag Claire out. I immediately disengaged from where I was and ran
towards the car. I gave a heavy blow to the first person, then started fighting
the others, and trying to move them away from Claire and her family. Luckily I
was able to do that and I thank God to this day for not letting this guys over
power me.If it was not for me, I imagine what nasty things that could have been done to Claire and her family.

