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One shot too many

This is one of my old drafted articles. It was written when the alcohol challenge was trending but since I have no real experience of my own I decided to talk to my friends and share their experiences. However, I will personalize it to make it easier Friend 1 It was the faculty dinner. Everyone was all dressed up and I wasn’t left out. I plan on asking Dame out that night. I was more determined than ever to let my feelings known to her. I’m sure she’s aware of how I feel since she’s always using nice endearment for me. I decided to drink a little to have enough outrage t work up to her. I gulped down the brandy placed in front of me and headed towards the direction I saw her earlier. Getting to the courtyard I  saw Dame kissing another guy. I was speechless and heartbroken. She saw me and walked up to me with a smile with the guy tagging along. “Simon meet my boyfriend Paul” I shook his hands, if looks can kill, I’m sure he will be dead. I excused them and the bar and its contents became my companion. I drank to my fill and left for the hostel. Thankfully, the event was right in the school main auditorium. I was surprised to see myself in from of my hostel after just 2 minutes. I thought my roommates will be occupying my bed by now but no one was there. It seems my luck is trying to compensate me for the heartbreak. I laid down on it and it was wet.” Wow! A water bed?” I said to myself. Suddenly I woke up. The noise of the man O’ war parading woke me up. I looked around to see if my roommates were awake but I saw no one. I felt pain all over my body and looked at my bed. Instead of a bed, I saw grasses. I looked around and realize I slept off at the main auditorium Garden. I trekked to my hostel and kept the events of that night to myself till now. Friend 2 My Dad wasn’t around on this faithful Sunday-and it has always been my desire to check out the drinks he loves taking with his friends. I went to his cabinet and took out a bottle. “Just a taste or at most a gulp is enough” I soliloquized. The liquor burnt my throat and stomach but the urge to take more kept pushing me . “just one more cup and I’m done here” I said to no one in particular. A cup turned into two and two cups into a bottle. Long story short, I slept off in my Dad’s studio with the bottle right beside me. I woke up to shouts of my name but everything looks foggy and unclear, however, everything became clear as soon as Dad’s palms landed on my cheeks. I served the worst punishment of my life that day. Friend 3 The local wine is something I’ve always thirsted for. But we gills are not allowed to take it. It’s painful when you see boys younger than you taking the sweet palmwine while looking on with unquenched desire. How did I know it’s sweet? I once drank the remnant from my Dad’s cup, a droplet or two. Finally, I had a taste albeit the wrong avenue. We were at the village for the usual New year celebration and palmwine were flowing from houses to houses, tables to tables. We ladies were asked to go to the river and fetch water but on our way, we saw a freshly tapped palmwine in a calabash with its owner not close by. We carried it and went to the river to have our own feast. I was surprised when I got to know that literally, all the ladies have tasted it before. It was so sweet and I couldn’t have enough of it. I started crying and asking for my phone. The other ladies said it’s at home that I didn’t bring it along but I refused and continued to cry. I went back home with an empty bucket, weeping and everyone was shocked “talo na omo eko” ( Who beat the city/Lagos girl?) they all asked but I didn’t reply. The other ladies came running, afraid I will let the cat out of the bag. I was given my phone but I keep on crying till I slept off. Thankfully, Dad wasn’t aware of all that transpired that day. Today I still take palmwine but with moderation. Thanks for Reading!.🍾💚🍸 I’m tired of seeing the unpublished articles at the top of my page, hence my reason for publishing this today. As  I said earlier, the stories aren’t mine but that of friends.

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