Some conversation tonight. Policeman: ‘ello, young girl. Why are you crying? Girl: *continues sobbing* Policeman: Oh..stop crying, dear. Tell me the problem. Girl: *speaks between pits of sobs* They have raped me. See? Policeman: What? That’s horrible. Uhm..I mean, who did this? Holy mbuzi! Girl: Some men. Policeman: How many were they? Girl: I didn’t count them. But they were many. Oba 11? Yes, 11 men. Policeman: Yeesu! Which language were they speaking? Girl: I don’t know. Some vague language. Sounded like German. One spoke French. He had a long nose and an ugly scar; he is a rapist. Then one old man with a balding head. He spoke some language from Netherlands. Dutch? I don’t know. Policeman: Oh…by the way, young girl, what is your name again? Girl: Manchester. Policeman: You have one name? Girl: No. I have two. I am called Manchester United. Policeman: What? Stop wasting my time. You have always been raped. Gaasiya!
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 14:30:49 +0000