"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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This wasn't the dreamy Greece trip I had in mind.
At alllllll.
My head's splitting like somebody give me 'two out of a bat, I'm dragging myself through this walk of shame, and my man is throwing hands with his best friend.
Yuppp.
This is definitely not how the Pinterest boards looked.
"Kwes stop nuhhh!" I try to pull him from Blem. This tension didn't come from out of the blues. Deep down. I knew, there's only one possible reason, and it only made me feel worse than I already did.
Becky.
She just stood there-silent. The other two girls flailing, trying to drag them apart.
No one's winning the fight. It's wild. Our attempts to stop them, failing. Neither of them is backing down. Each time Blem punches Kwes, he sent back a blow just as hard, knocking down the stuff.
"Yo! A who and dem man yah a go pay fi dem thing yah?" A'dir snapped.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The door getting beaten by multiple frantic workers.
"Enough! You stop now or we're calling security!" one of the hotel staff yelled from outside.
I face palm myself.
Embarrassment a killllll mi!
"Uno bill no bredda?" Kilo's face red. He's stressed out, getting tugged side to side like a rope in tug-of-war. He's in the middle trying to part the fight.
As we can see...
That nahh go so well at all.
"This is your final warning!" The hotel staff shouting louder now.
Another crash. Something else break.
"Stop nuh babe!" I drag him desperately, and end up falling.
Kwes' breathing heavy, blood on his knuckles. Blem stumbles up from the floor, lip split, chest rising and falling like he just ran ten miles.
Kilo swings open the door. "Yo, yo! We done, we done!"
Their eyes sweep the mess in the room. The broken furniture. The broken glasses, then flew back to Kilo, with questions.
Kilo's hands shoot up like surrender. "Ay, man we gonna pay for everything. Just don't call security, aight? They done now. Chill."
"This is unacceptable! This is a five-star resort, not a WWE ring!"
