I was so angry I nearly smashed my
phone on the floor. I am not the party
type and I really hate attending one but
this man is forcing me to attend. I guess
that’s what Uche meant by saying “I’ll
make sure of it”. How she manage to get
our so called disciplinarian supervisor
into this is beyond my reasoning. This
will only make me detest her the more,
and to make the matter worse, I don’t
know her hostel or the party venue.
Surprisingly I receive Uche’s text some
minutes after, describing the party
venue. She wasn’t having the party in
her hostel as she earlier told me.
I left the viewing center to my room and
changed to a more presentable attire. I
wore my gray stripe white fitted shirt on
a blue-black jean trouser completing it
with my dark brown sweat shoe and
sprayed almost half of the perfume
bottle on my body just to smell good. I
went along with my John C Maxwell
book so I can have something doing if I
ever get bored there.
Getting to the entrance of the described
venue, I started feeling unnecessarily
nervous. On a first note, I wasn’t sure if
my dressing is okay, and secondly I’ve
never being to a party of this type other
than the normal common ceremonies
like burial, wedding and naming,
majority of which I attended by force
especially when my mother is involved. I
entered the gate and was in the passage
through to the hall when I met my
supervisor accompanied by Uche and
some of my departmental female
colleagues coming from the opposite
Supervisor: Good to see you eventually
come. I thought you don’t want to
Me: Good evening sir
Supervisor: (He placed his hand on my
shoulder and turned me towards the
exit direction he was facing) Sometimes
try to enjoy yourself okay, life is not all
about book, studying and what have
you. Try to have real fun some time
Me: Yes sir, thank you sir.
Supervisor: I’ll be leaving now, our dean
is celebrating his marriage anniversary
and the program starts by 5pm. You
guys should prepare for your defense,
you are likely going to have it this
coming week.
Uche and the other ladies followed him
down to where he parked his car while I
headed straight into the party hall.
Surprisingly the place is already filled up
with almost everybody having fun with
their drinks, food and music. I felt my
phone vibrating, checked it and
discovered it was Temmy calling. I
wanted to head back out to pick the call
as I’ll not be able to hear anything in the
hall due to the very loud music blasting
from every corner, but I was held by
Janet who took me down to where they
were sitting. I was immediately served a
plate of fried rice with cold malt courtesy
of Janet who made sure I have
everything served others before sitting
right by my side with Temmy sitting on
the other side. Uche also came asking
me to come and sit near where she was
sitting but I declined before she was
dragged off by the MC. The most
shocking thing I witnessed there was
seeing Funmilola sited with her friends
drinking beer directly from it’s bottle.
Me: Temmy is that not Funmi? Or am I
Temmy: It’s definitely Funmi. Wait! She’s
drinking beer?
Me: I can’t believe what I’m seeing
Temmy: She looks too cool for that mehn
Janet: What’s wrong with taking beer?
Temmy/Me: What?
Rachael: You guys are funny. You talk of
beer like it’s poison.
Me: You drink beer also?
Rachael: I used to, but anymore. I can’t
buy it with my money though.
Janet: You mean you guys don’t take
beer at all?
Rachael: They prefer wine I guess.
Taking only juice every time time is not
good for your health.
Me: So if they offer you beer here you’ll
Janet: You won’t? This is a party guys
not fellowship gathering. What do you
do in a party if you don’t drink and
Me: Janet, are you really saying this or
my brain is playing trick with me?
Janet: Just watch and see. Funny guy.
All this while, Temmy became extremely
dumb, totally shocked by the revelations
revealing itself. He has always thought
he knows Rachael very well and would
have argue this if it wasn’t coming from
the horses’ mouth. To make the matter
worse, Janet indeed got four beers for
us and before we know what’s going
on, she has already start drinking.
Rachael also opened one for Temmy but
wasn’t drinking herself. Temmy’s
countenance has already changed,
obviously disappointed and
brokenhearted. He couldn’t believe
Rachael could approve of him drinking
beer talk-less of opening it for him to
drink publicly.
I was thinking about how we’ll escape
the drunkard gathering we found
ourselves when the MC took the
microphone and announced they are
starting a game called “Pass the basket”.
According to him, the game will be
played by passing around a compact
disc while the music is on and whoever
has the disc when DJ stop the music will
stand up ans face another fellow chosen
in the same manner, to undergo some
task which will be decided by the MC.
Penalty for opting out is N5000, why for
not answering a question or doing a
task or refusing a task to be done on
you is N1000.
Temmy and I decided to leave
immediately but Temmy was drawn
back to sit by Rachael saying we’ll enjoy
the game. We stayed to avoid
embarrassment but that decision proved
to be a costly one. The game started and
the contestant or should I say victims
were asked to do nasty things to each
other like kissing in front of everybody
whether they know each other before
or not. Also asking them to touch or
grab a sensitive part of the other. The
game continued and the disc was
dropped on the table exactly in my front
while the DJ stop the music in a manner
that looks like a total set up. I protested
I’m not interested and do not have any
money to pay. To make the matter
worse, I was going to play with Uche!
Who deliberately volunteer without the
disc been passed to her as she is the
celebrant. This evidently showed it was a
set up by her.
I was ushered or simply dragged to the
front, standing with Uche where I was
able to see Funmi very well. Funmi did
stood up and came to me speaking
directly into my ear “You said weren’t
coming to the party with me, yet you are
here with another lady. Why are you
trying to make me jealous?” with her
mouth smelling alcohol and her manner
of speech shows she’s drunk. She left my
side and spoke with the MC as he
handed the mic over to her announcing
she’s handling our session.
Surprised will be an understatement as I
witness the angel I’ve always admire
turn into a demonic evil. She pick the mic
and gave me three tasks; one is to
remove three things from Uche that
nobody can see from outside; two is to
allow her do the same; and three is to
kiss her mouth to mouth. From the way
she was speaking it’s obvious she’s
totally drunk.
Me: Funmi when did you join the
drunkard gang? You are a lady for Christ
She busted into laughter as I started
leaving the place but was blocked by
some hefty guys who ordered me to go
back to the stage. My statement about
“drunkard gang” obviously infuriate
them as it shows they are ready to fight.
Temmy had already stood up obviously
coming to my aid as I tried to maneuver
my way out of the place. “So who are
the drunkard gang?” a voice from my
back asked. The guy obviously stronger
than I am then pushed me backwards
and I made a regrettable mistake of
pushing him back with so much force
he nearly fall over. Before I could escape
the place, the other guy hit me with a
plank in the head. I felt my my head
vibrated in God-knows how many
revolutions per second before
everything turned upside down and I
started going down till everything went
totally blank and dark.

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