be safe , it would not be calm . It was a chaotic frenzy full of intoxicated animals hungry for a fight .
Myself and two others waited for our taxi to take us home , on a well-lit , busy street . We stood outside a chicken shop full of fried food so tasty , we really wish we didn ’ t have to now boycott it . This was when we were approached by three men , I ’ d guess around their midthirties and shamefully , probably all fathers . Immediately they tried to be flirtatious , putting their arms around us , to which we replied a handy covid excuse that we didn ’ t want to be in close contact with anyone . Whilst this was to some extent true , of course the real reason was because instantly , we knew we didn ’ t want their vile old hands touching us full stop .
After their poor pride was hurt from our rejection , things turned nasty . Gravel and bark was thrown in our faces , scratching my eye and taking my earring out , and whilst my back was turned ( surely indicating a retreat ?), I was kicked down . I was winded and for a while my lungs felt crushed and suffocated . It was a losing battle . It was then , when we were beyond fighting back , that the covid taunts began . They forced their clammy hands into our faces , slurring ‘ covid , covid ’, directing aggressive fake coughs into our faces . It wasn ’ t until one week later , I began to develop ‘ flu-like symptoms ’, and it wasn ’ t until two weeks later , that I tested positive for coronavirus .
It is a great comfort , to this day , that I managed to kick one of the bastards in the balls . And whilst I do not encourage this behaviour , because yes , it was