A Lost Purpose

".....And now on local news, the popular vigilante, better known has Waziri, has once again, laid waste to the dreadful Almanad Gangs, known for their vicious deals in drugs and trafficking, speaking on this issue the IG of the NPF has gone against his act of meting out justice, which is against the act of the constitution....... "

The newscaster said from the plasma television which hanged on the wall of the bar, serving as entertainment to customers.

"Two more b..ooott...les please" A man who seemed to be dead drunk said and staggered up to the barman, who was pleased his customer asked for more.

"Oga Abbey, you Neva pay for yesterday money o" the pot bellied attendant said, and pulled out two filled bottle of beer from the crate beside him.

"Uche, I go pay, first serve me" Abbey replied and held one bottle under his armpit and struggled to get the next one open.

Uche only made a funny face and focused on the news.

"They for just allow this guy do im job o, as dem police dey fear to fight thug" Uche said, passing comment only to himself.

Uche was a successful bar man, he owned his own business, which was a full time alcohol seller, and that had seen him through lot of profit. His bar, was a classic one, with chairs neatly arranged round a table, and having about twenty of it in his bar, he also had those who worked for him, about four of them, all girls.

The bar attendant post, directly faced the entrance of the building, while the television was inches aside from the reception stand.

Abbey staggered to his seat and placed a bottle in his mouth, gulping down the content, and belched out loudly, which got other customers complaining.

After being through with the first bottle, Abbey, gently laid it on the ground, and stood up, with the second beer bottle and staggered out of the bar.

As Abbey opened the door and got out of the bar, he collided with a group of boys, and vomited on someone's trouser.

"Am sor….rrry" Abbey said and began to stagger away.

"Sky, sky, una dey look me, see as this guy baff me na" The one from whom Abbey vomited on shouted in annoyance.

Abbey ignored the words and continued to walk on, soliloquising to himself, and constantly supporting himself with close objects.

Someone tapped him from behind, Abbey let out a hiccup from his mouth and turned around, facing the group of boys he had collided with.

Before he could utter a word, one LG the boys pushed him hard on the chest, which made Abbey fall hard to the ground, and the bottle of beer, fell from his hand broke into pieces.

Passerby only walked as fast as their legs could carry them, they knew these boys to be notorious and their brawl always come out bloody. Everyone began closing their shops, they know how their police officers react to cases like this, anybody in the area, after any issue, was a scape goat, involved or not.

Abbey stood to his feet, with the aid of a dustbin beside him.

"Please everyone should go" Abbey said and wriggled his mouth and used his hands to imitate his words.

The boys five in numbers, all laughed at Abbey and was even glad they had seen someone to make an example, to people who still see them as just ordinary gang members.

One of the boys attempted a blow at Abbey's face, which Abbey dodged by tilting his head around.

"You dey form abi? " one shouted and grabbed a stick from the ground and swayed it at Abbey.

Abbey quickly placed his arm up, using it guide his head, as the stick strikes him. He staggered backward and supported himself against an electric pole, the one with the stick, attempted another strike, and with ease Abbey grabbed the stick from him and smacked it know his head. Abbey walked towards the boy and slammed his face against the electric pole, he bent down dodging the blow that came at him, grabbed the arm and twisted in backward, and with force, Abbey pulled the arm up and broke it, revealing the bones.

The boy shouted in agony, as Abbey pushed him to the ground, another boy brought out a knife from his back pocket and made to drive it into Abbey's stomach, but seemed to slow, as Abbey moved his body aside and used his elbow the hit on the boys head, and at the same time, grabbed the boy's hand, and knocked off the knife from his hand, and forcefully pulled the wrist, breaking it.

The police siren, began blaring from distance and quickly the remaining boys took to their heels, leaving their injured member to their fate.

The police van got nearer and two police officers jumped down the Hilux van, and ran up to Abbey, while another checked on the boys and helped them into the van, while Abbey was handcuffed and bundled into the backseat of the van.