...Suddenly, my legs felt heavy. As though lead was tied to my feet. I did not know the best foot to put forward to enable me execute my deft martial art skills any more. Every single move I had learnt from my mentors, Jackie Chan and Jet Li from seeing too much Chinese action movies deserted me. I felt completely empty. Incapacitated. I could not uproot my feet from the spot.
I was still at sea when some protocol officers briskly formed a barricade in front of the super star to wrestle down the unfortunate situation before it degenerated to a full scale chaos, trying to stop him before he closed the distance between us in quick long strides. It was a huge relief. At least momentarily, up until he made his next move... the kind of move you only saw in Bollywood films; the larger than life effects.
I did not know how he did it but he did it anyway. These heavily built bundle of biceps, six packs and rippling muscles who had come to arrest the situation and bring back relative peace could not stop him. He was unstoppable. He parted them like the red sea before Moses. As the super star approached his fists folded into balls beside him.
He looked like a gentleman when I saw him earlier, and I had heard he was a gospel artist. Truth was that there was nothing gospel about his looks anymore. His lips were apparently very black like someone who came back from a weed smoking break. He had yanked off his tie also.
Have I mentioned that he towered clearly above six feet, broad shouldered and sure looked like he had been lifting heavy metals. He did not look like that by accident. It was intentional. He worked hard for it. I could not remember what I was thinking that made me miss all these details. I had obviously written my own death warrant. All I could hear in my ears was " Oh ye foolish Galatians... " Bible had clearly warned me to pursue peace with all men.
Sufficed it to say that this dude was not a man. He was a beast and trying to pursue peace with him at that point would amount to running into a moving high speed train. It was too late.
I do not know where it came from but I heard my mouth say something very stupid and childish to him. " As a born again Christian that you are, is this how Jesus would have handled this situation?". The entire backstage rocked with laughter. It was not a joke. I was not finding the experience funny at all. If everyone thought it was a joke, he missed it. It only added hot salt in the injury. He looked angrier. Right there I knew I was finished...
To be continued... See you on Wednesday
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