Legitimate Plan B - Written By Kemi - Iyani

I recommend you read the article here first before reading this article please, it correlate better😉

I can’t help but to think it was going to be a gloomy day stepping onto the train that Saturday morning on my way to another empowering event.
The view of the young African Nigerian man on the underground train floor, became apparent as the name “Dele! Dele pronounced with a hint of British accent resonated coming from the two slim young females in brownish braids with exaggerated baby gel hair plastered on both sides of their heads, almost reaching their cheeks.   Fluid dripping from Dele’s nose was perceptible, and as reddish bright like a ‘Roxanne Veranda’ rose.  

The weather on that Saturday morning was a blend of humid and arid, before it eventually became scorching later when coming back from the event.

Leaving my house on a Saturday at ten o'clock in the morning for an event was way too early because I would usually be in bed, but the weather & purpose that morning made it worth my time until the unexpected happened.
It did not take long as I approached the jubilee line platform at London bridge, when the train emerged from the arch and zoomed onto the platform track like a huge snake slithered through the big hole.

Seats option on the train were unlimited as most of the seats were vacant so I sat at the beginning of the carriage, the middle part was empty, but my eyes caught a sturdy Caucasian who seemed to be in reverie.  Dele and two African young ladies which I suspected were relatives as they seem to have the same facial features, slanty shaped eyeballs and saggy fleshy lips were seated at the far end of the train within the same carriage, they were loquacious, and their laughter was not only loud but there was a tone of sarcasm in it for reason I don’t know.

Commuters got on and off the train but the loud voices and chortle reverberating from Dele and his cliques, was not only obvious, but also distracting, the train came to a halt at West Ham station the Caucasian including myself all disembarked from the train except for Dele and the two females.

I stopped after I got off the jubilee line train to fathom the direction I needed for my connecting train, the Caucasian who was in the same carriage train walked in front of me then halted abruptly "do you want to go physical?" He said while he slowly pushed his fists forward then backwards, facing Dele who nodded in return from inside the train.
Suddenly the train doors shut while still stationed at the platform, the Caucasian moved swiftly towards the train, within what seemed like seconds his chubby fingers forcefully penetrated through the closed door point and he yanked it wide open.

Commuters gathered as the Caucasian plunged towards Dele, and threw a fist into his face continuously, the two young ladies screamed, their hollering was deafening, in a way that seemed as if they were calling for attention. Dele slipped from his seat onto the floor, the blood running from his nose was conspicuous, spectators were waving towards the train driver to get his attention as there was no underground worker on the platform at the time, instead the train door suddenly shut commuters watched as the train wriggled away.

So as I walked towards my connecting train I couldn't help but ponder on what happened to Dele as he laid on the train floor while the train moved away.  "Is Dele breathing?" "Did the Caucasian stop hitting him" "Was the Caucasian caught and charged?" "What is the cause of the wrangle?"  
My mind was just going wild with thoughts that I might never get answers to.  My consolation was that if the incident I just witnessed did not make it to the news then Dele is alright, alright in this context means he is alive.

Moreover, I didn't realise the connecting train I was on had come to a halt as I was preoccupied with thoughts of Dele’s quandary.
Stepping out of the train onto the Ockendon platform, I felt the heat searing into the pores of my skin, the heat was overwhelming, then I heard loud voices as I scan my ticket through the exit gateway.

Outside the Ockendon station was a black man and another Caucasian having an altercation, not again, what is it with these people on a Saturday morning? I sighed.
As I  waited for my Bolt driver I joined the onlookers who stood a bit distanced from the two shouting into each other's faces.
Unexpectedly the Caucasian man pushed the African man, judging from his accent the Nigerian man pushed back.
 All of a sudden the Caucasian man was on top of the Nigerian man punching away, the spectators cheered as if they were in a boxing or wrestling event and their favourite was winning.
A white range rover stopped in front of the station and two African men hopped out of the car and tried to stop the fight but about three Caucasian stepped out of the little crowd to prevent them.

I was so engrossed in the incident that I did not realise my bolt driver had arrived, the honking sound reverberated perpetually enough to distract me, and I wished my taxi came a bit later so I could see the end of the altercation.

However, getting into the white Prius car, I realised the air-condition was exactly what I needed to cool off a bit, as the taxi drove off  my mind went into a labyrinth of thoughts.   I couldn't fathom why the Caucasians had to be the first to hit the Africans, judging from the jubilee line fight followed by another one in Ockendon station as one would expect the person who hit first to be the Africans, not the other way around going by the stigmatisation about coloured people/ethnic minority (not that the person who hit first was right).   

Coloured people/ethnic minorities are stigmatised to be angry, aggressive, mannerless and criminal minded people, yes it might be true for some people as you would have such persona in all races but it should not be generalised as stated in my last article (please click here).

Some Caucasian seem to be very defensive and passively aggressive towards the ethnic minority.  Getting back home later after the event, it was on the news that an illegal refuge who migrate into UK via boat from Libya but a native of Ethiopia r*ped a Briton.  

The British local/communities  are angry again, they came out to protest in numbers, attacked a refugee hotel in Essex, any coloured person with an accent spotted in the area, walking, or running errands on the road are harassed, assaulted and embarrassed. 

Again, this criminal should be punished severely. It's crucial to state this explicitly, the Britons have every right to be angry and to express their exasperation especially when the savage behaviour becomes rampant, when foreigners are committing serious crimes.

However, the manner in which the British citizens expressed their grievance would be another debatable subject. As mentioned in my last article (please click here if you have not read it) then again this reaction is the beginning of the unknown, there is something about this obscurity that makes me uneasy, that screams immigrants should have a legitimate Plan B.

Continue here please.