Last night I was watching a movie, The Transporter. I think for the third time. I love Jason Statham’s action movies.
In the opening fight scene some goons armed with crow bars try to steal Frank Martin’s luxury Audi A8 sedan. They demand that he hands over the keys if he wants to go home to his wife and kids. But it’s the goons who end up being kicked in the butt like useless morons. I love that scene, I have played it in my mind countless times.
So last night I had a very beautiful dream too. I was walking along Tom Mboya street talking on my iPhone6 when suddenly five mean looking goons wielding pocket knives confront me.
Goons: Oiye mseiya maliza kuongea na simu tuko na haraka
Me: Let me call you back honey, something urgent has come up.
Eti mnadai nini wasee?
Goons : Kwani hauna maskio ama unatubeba ufala nini?
Me: Mimi sina simu yenu…
Even before I could finish my statement, one of the goons tries to grab my phone. But he is met with a severe kick in the nuts and falls to the ground.
The one with a knife throws an attack which I dodge . I grabs his arm and breaks it into two like a piece of log using my shoulder. The knife drops down and the goons falls to the ground groaning in excruciating pain.
The third one tries to throw a kick which I dodge. I return a flying kick which lands on his head and he falls down like a sack of potatoes.
The fourth one picks a stone but am too quick for him. I land a kick on his belly which throws him into the air like a paper bag. The kick lands him on top of a matatu with a loud thud.
I am about to go for the last goon when suddenly I fall off the bed .I woke up kama nimekunja ngumi… yaani ngujite ngudi, shouting “mnacheza na nani?” arah,kari kiiii kari gani hii……
So it was just a dream? Mwathani!
That dream was too sweet so I tried to go back to sleep to continue to the next scene but to no avail…
Now am dreaming on how to join a taekwondo classes. Those Nairobi goons watajua hawajui…they will meet their match soon.