Having a good heart is expensive sometimes. I found this lady stuck by Mabuto + Nyerere Drive traffic lights. Everyone drives around her and offer no assistance. So I park my truck on the curb and offer some help. She ran out of fuel. She is a senior Police Officer...

There is concern of embarrassment coz juniors are manning a roadblock some 150m behind her. I bring my truck closer and she jumps in, then at fuel station I park on a marked island with hazards on. Then some supposedly big shot lawyer, gets mad at over it,

I ignored his rude remarks while I allow this lady privacy to get off and get some assistance with containers and fuel.Big shot lawyer, gets out of the car and blows some hot air in my ear, i ignored him. I sit for a minute longer just to stoke the fires then move on to another

Parking spot, big shot lawyer is frothing at the mouth, asking if I know who he is, I tell him go on with your day sir, I got no business with you. An exchange ensues, he decides I am worthy of insults and calls me a small boy. To which I respond by calling him “mokaunyana”...

That’s when I realized dude is a drunk and has a brittle ego, then I went for the ego and bruise it by small dismissive talk, he is about to pop a vein and gets in my face. I have a go at the ego with the foul breath retort and ask him to observe some distancing...

Now he reads me his list of credentials, to which I wish him well and to enjoy his money in his crappy jalopy. Threatens to get physical, My retort-I dont fight short stubby potbellied lil men. The Lady Officer de escalates the situation. Then big shot goes after her...

Dude is using big legalistic words, like some we saw on this app some days ago by a particular newbie, she calls for back up, big shot trashes every cop and soldier in sight with his impeccable London speak. To make a Long story VERY LONG, they whisk big shot to CPS..

We spend an hour there making statements report, I open a case, he calls his other big shot, who doesn’t show up for. Senior copper to another they put Mr Big London speak in holding. Now he talks about claustrophobia and medications, they ask to call his family

To bring his meds, as he is going to have a long night at the station. I m told to go home and enjoy my night. I don’t regret helping that lady but that decision made my night interesting and burnt some hours. Y’all been warned, no London speak to the cops. A new bed awaits him