Breathing heavily, Rashid switched off his phone.

He had always thought he was a hard man, that he could stand pain, but the bouts of misery escalating in his heart left him weak, and eventually he slipped into a quiet bar.

The lighting was dim, the music soft, the atmosphere alluring. It was a beautiful place, filled with decently-dressed people, and he loved the ambience it exhibited a lot.

When a neatly-dressed waiter sauntered over, he ordered their finest wine on ice and lamb chops to savour. He forced down the tears as he pondered his future, and eventually when the drink was brought, he didn’t really have any firm plans made.

The wine was expensive, and it was of excellent quality. He drank it, glass after glass, and ate the spicy but delicious lamb chops. He had never quite drank like this in a long time. The last time he had been this drunk was about seven years ago, when his Rakia died.

“Oh, Rak!” he whispered softly to himself. “Rak, Rak! If you had been here, I would not be going through this pain, my love! How I miss you! Dear God, why did you have to take her?”

And just as it started raining heavily outside, Rashid began to cry. It was not so much tears shed for his loss of Aku, but his loss of Rakia. Only Aku had made him forget Rakia, but tonight, nothing could stop the memories of plans he had made with his first love!

Rashid finished the bottle, and he was roaring drunk!

Eventually, he put his arms across the table and put his head on it, then fell asleep.

He was awakened by the kind-faced waiter, who smiled apologetically.

“It is midnight, sir,” he said. “And we have closed. Did you bring a car?”

Rashid passed a hand through his hair and sighed.

“No, young man, I didn’t.”

“Should I get you a cab then? Or call an Uber?”

Rashid held out his arm to the young man.

“Don’t worry, my friend. Just help me up.”

The young man put an arm around his shoulders and helped him up, and Rashid stood tottering for a while.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the young man said, concerned. “You’re drunk, sorry for saying that. Please, let me get you a cab.”

“You’re a good boy, my friend,” Rashid said drunkenly as he pulled out his wallet which was stuffed with fifty-cedi notes, pulled one out, and proffered it to the waiter.

“Oh, sir, that’s too much!” he said with shock.

“Don’t worry, my friend!” Rashid said and coughed. “Money is the least of my worries this night. Just point me to the door! Been a long time since I walked in the rain. Used to enjoy doing that when I was a kid. Hell, I walked in the rain a lot with Rak. I think I’ll take a little walk in the rain!”

He stuffed his wallet into his back pocket as the grateful waiter helped him to the door. Walking drunkenly, Rashid slipped out into the rain, and the concerned young man watched him lumbering drunkenly through the heavy downpour, then shook his head sadly.

“Walk with me, my darling Rak!” Rashid said as he stumbled through the rain, getting soaked to the skin in a few seconds. “The woman who took your place has a sweet pussy, Rak, and eventually that’s all she turned out to be good at! Why did you leave me, Rakia? Remember how we planned to have children and named them with ‘R’ names because we were Rash and Rak? Oh, Rak, Rak, Rakia! Where are you Rakia?”

He slipped and fell heavily, then as he started to laugh, he suddenly began to weep again.

“I mourn you tonight only, Aku!” he said bitterly as he reached out for the railing along the street to leverage himself up. “I mourn you only tonight! Tomorrow is another day! Tomorrow is another sunshine, Akushika atopa cowgirl!”

He began to laugh then, walked again, coughed, slipped, and crashed down again.

“The ‘R-Family’ we were going to be, my dear Rakia-Rukia! You left me open, and now see the pain you left me in, my love!”

When he finally pulled himself up, he found two men in black jeans and T-shirts standing in front of him with knives in their hands. Rashid looked around him then and saw that he was standing near a traffic light, that it was deserted all around him, and that he was alone with those two thugs at that time of night.

The amber lights of the traffic light were blinking. No car was around, and it was still raining. He was alone, drunk, defenceless and facing two huge thugs with knives.

He leaned against the metal railing shivering.

They advanced on him slowly.

“Your wallet!” one hissed fiercely in the beating rain.

Rashid knew he was in a life-or-death situation, and if he did not play his cards well he might end up fatally wounded or dead even. Carefully, he took out his wallet, reached for the wad of fifty-cedi notes, and took them all out before stuffing the wallet back into his back pocket.

“Take it,” he slurred, still drunk. “That’s all the money I have!”

One of them stepped forward and snatched the money, looking around him furtively.

“The watch, your sneakers! Take them off!” the other said.

Rashid obediently took off his expensive water-proof Rolex and kicked off his sneakers, wincing as he stepped into the cold water in his socks. The other thug quickly took the watch and shoes.

The taller of the thugs suddenly smashed a fist into Rashid’s belly. He groaned as the agony shot through him, then the thug punched him hard in the face. Rashid groaned and crashed on the ground heavily, then screamed when the thug kicked him savagely in the stomach.

He vomited and retched horribly as pain racked his body.

The thug dropped on one knee and grabbed Rashid by the ear.

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