So this is my second party in 2018. My friend Emeka, who works somewhere in Wuse 2 buzzed me on Monday to invite me to a small get together organised by his office. He said it's music and drinks in an afro themed atmosphere. I was like "sign me up". All excited and shit. Fast forward to Friday. Woke up feeling like I was carrying a boulder in my lower abdomen. Ladies know what I mean.
I was like "which kind wahala is this one now, abi I should text Emeka that I won't make it?". With little faith that everything will be okay by evening, I texted him to ask what time the party starts. 4pm it is!
Arrived venue at 5pm and trust Nigerians not to disappoint na, the place was almost empty. Even with my African Time.
Apparently I missed the African theme as almost everyone had some Ankara clothing on except, you guessed it...me. The guys looked fresh in their Ankara trousers and plain Tees. New trend I guess..
Sighted Emeka. We hugged and exchanged pleasantries as he walked me to my seat. Pulled him close and asked when he'd come sit with me. Realised he was super busy. Anyway night kicked off and it was music, little dancing, lots of Palmwine and alcohol.
Just as I was being serenaded by BOJ and falz, my phone starts ringing. First phone call, ran out to the main entrance to pick the call because of the loud music. Barely 3 minutes into sitting down and another call comes in. It now became a race for the entrance everytime as calls kept coming in. Did they ring bell for these people? Just when I was beginning to enjoy my life, "é ní je kin Simi" (freestyling with my Yoruba tone marks😋😋)
Tummy started disturbing again. Was tempted to ask Emeka when the 2 artists who were to perform would show up. "I must not miss that one o".
The artist didn't show up for another hour and I had to get home asap. Was quite uncomfortable. Finished my last cup and bade Emeka goodnight at almost 9. "Traffic home would have eased by now" I thought to myself.
