Who are you? (little story to think about)

[Derik]

Yesterday some few minutes to curfew, and with  a friend pal  after chatting on black and white, and a dinner in a seclusive hotel, I set out to go home. 

On the gate the watchman was struggling to convince some guys and a lady  not to enter the premises, since curfew time was about. 

The watchman allowed me and my pal to move out. Just then I quipped, ' beer over'. 

A tall black  guy stepped out and called me, '

" I know you, you are gay! Oh what are you doing here" ? The guy asked. "you go fu your fella!"! The guy we talked on as I drew away further from him and he kept on coming leaving the girl she was in company with, with the other guys. 

"I know your name also... And the guy shouted loudly words I can't write here..

I stood and went back, I was abit tipsy, and I stood 1meter or so from him. 

I asked him have I ever done what you are saying to you? 

The scambug shouted loudly marshaling his  team to come and see. 

"well, what are you missing? I asked politely, worried that things may turn ugly. 

The girl came fast and held his hands as she tried to turn him around from facing me. She was pitifully thrown aside, prompting the others to rush and restrain the guy. 

I stepped back and asked them. "who is he?"  as one of the guy escorted me away from the crowd that had milled around. 

SOMETIMES WE MAY BE IN THE WRONG COMPANY. 

Food for thought