Alright, so listen up, I’m gonna tell ya ’bout this fella, Rubayita Siragi. Don’t rightly know how to spell it, but that ain’t the point. This here Rubayita, he was a runner, you know, like them fellas on TV, always runnin’ and runnin’. Fast, too, real fast. They say he was a “long-distance athlete,” whatever that means. Sounded like he could run pretty far, though, further than I could walk to fetch the mail, that’s for sure.
Now, this Rubayita, he was from some place called Rwanda. Heard it’s far away, across the big water. Don’t know much ’bout it, never been there myself. They say he was real good at runnin’, like, the best around there. He ran in somethin’ called the “5000 meters,” the “10 kilometers,” and even a “10,000 meters” race. Lordy, that’s a lot of meters! My old legs would give out just thinkin’ about it.
This here story, it ain’t just ’bout runnin’, though. It’s got a bit of a mess to it, like a spilled bucket of milk, all over the place. Seems like Rubayita, he had himself a girlfriend. Young gal, pretty as a picture, I reckon. But here’s the kicker, she was seein’ another fella too, some gym instructor fella. Now, I don’t know nothin’ ’bout gyms, ‘cept that they got them big ol’ weights and folks sweatin’ all over the place. Sounds like trouble to me.
- Rubayita was a runner.
- He was from Rwanda.
- He had a girlfriend.
- His girlfriend was seeing another man.
So, what happens next? Well, it ain’t pretty, I’ll tell ya that. The police, they say Rubayita and this gym fella, they got into it. A fight, you know, like them boys do when they get all riled up. Only this fight, it went too far. Way too far.
They say Rubayita, he got killed in that fight. Killed! Just like that, gone. All that runnin’, all that talent, snuffed out like a candle in the wind. It’s a sad, sad thing, it is. Makes you think, don’t it? Life’s short, real short. One minute you’re runnin’ races, the next you’re gone.
They arrested two fellas, they did. Said they had somethin’ to do with Rubayita’s killin’. Don’t know the whole story, police ain’t tellin’ everything. But it sounds like this gym fella was involved, and maybe another one too. Jealousy, that’s what they say. Jealousy and a woman. Always seems to be a woman at the heart of these things, don’t it?
Makes me think of my own grandpa, he always said, “Trouble comes in threes: women, whiskey, and gamblin’.” Well, Rubayita didn’t have whiskey or gamblin’ problems it seems, but that one woman was enough trouble for ten men. Poor fella. He shoulda just stuck to runnin’, I reckon. Left the women alone. But then again, young folks, they never listen to us old folks, do they?
So, that’s the story of Rubayita Siragi. A runner, a lover, and a fella who met a bad end. It ain’t a happy story, but it’s a story worth tellin’. Reminds us that life ain’t fair, and sometimes, bad things happen to good people. Makes you wanna hug your loved ones a little tighter, that’s for sure.
And that gym fella, well, I hope he gets what’s comin’ to him. You can’t go around killin’ people just ’cause you’re jealous. That ain’t right, not in my book. Justice needs to be served, that’s what I say. And maybe, just maybe, folks will learn somethin’ from all this mess. Learn to be kind, to be respectful, and to leave other folks’ women alone.
It’s a crying shame, it is. A young man with so much promise, gone too soon. I hope he’s runnin’ in a better place now, runnin’ free, with no more troubles, no more jealous fellas, and no more fights. Just runnin’ and runnin’, like he was meant to do.
Tags: [Rubayita Siragi, Rwandan runner, Athlete death, Love triangle, Jealousy, Rwanda, Crime, Running, 5000 meters, 10 kilometers, 10000 meters]
