As a kid growing up in a land-locked country in Africa
I saw a few things that kids aren't meant to.

One of my friends getting taken by a croc on the river boat landing of the local flying club, baby (large dog-sized) lions catching & eating an adult goat in a cyclone fence enclosure, the aftermath after one of my mums flying students walked into an airplane's propeller (moments after shouting "Clear Prop!" and hand starting it).

But this experience took the proverbial cake.
I was riding thru the bush near my home on my Raleigh Grifter when I came across 2 blokes unloading soggy, red hessian bags into a shallow pit in the ground.
I skidded to a halt. All three of us did double-takes at each other. They started shouting at me in bemba and began to run towards me waving their bloodied pangas.
To say the least I cheesed it the fuck out of there as quickly as I could.

I found out a few days later that one of the local gardeners had gone missing. He was suspected of having raped a few of the young girls in the area.

This is the 1st time I've ever told this tale (by word of mouth or "in print") ever.
That must have been a hell of a fight.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 21 Mar 2013, 7:07, 3 replies)

From the sound of it
It was probably a bit one-sided.
Until they chopped off the other arm, evening him up again.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Thu 21 Mar 2013, 7:58, closed)

'Tis only a scratch.

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 21 Mar 2013, 9:01, closed)

Can totally understand why you never told anyone...
You owned a Raleigh Grifter you pussy !!!
(Barnetboy, Thu 21 Mar 2013, 11:36, closed)