I remembered running and jumping fences, didn’t stop to look at whoever was pursuing us but we ran. A couple fell and were apprehended, but trust “Pablo uncatchable”.

I manage to sail to the “toppest” top of the building with some guys and we felt safe. Gazing Down at our oppressors, we felt unreachable. Relaxed, lookout.

Then she came out, wearing a red dress and holding a bottle of Fanta. I had seen her somewhere, but the business of escaping can’t make me remember

I could see her from where I was and she ‘waved at me’ and beckon me to come down.

I shake my head, nah, you come up!

And she gave me the “ you know I can’t climb and reach the top like you”

Ok boys, I’m going down, drop the ladder. One or two tried to talk me out it,

“And what can she do to me? She’s a lady! And who knows, maybe she wants some.

Down we went.
I don’t remember the particular conversation, but she wanna congratulate us and spray us(like the champagne footballers spray after winning the cup) for getting to the top and out of reach.

And we posed.


She shakes the Fanta, opened it, and out comes the hiss of some offensive gas. What’s happening? Before we could blink, a SWAT team enveloped us, damn, this is an ambush.

A couple of us manage to jump and I did to the neighboring building, but it was all laden with spikes.

Death before dishonor.

I didn’t die, instead I woke.

I was so angry I let myself to be deceived and most importantly, I betrayed my brothers. Men out there, beware of the lady in red or whatever color she came as.

A dream or reality?

Hmmmmm

Polynek:
A dream or reality?

it was a dream.

Starboytwo:
it was a dream.

My guy my guy, pls return the gas

Check within ur circle of friends,

Someone wants to do u strong thing

Could be anybody