I LOVE YOU - episode8

The answer didn’t take long, hang-out it was.

I met her later that night and walked towards SUB, the bar was our final destination.

The bar was blasting with Nigerian pop music, I could tell who was singing- olamide( shakiti bobo). I didn’t have those kinda songs on my phone, but I hear when my roommates play them, he was banky’s favourite artist.

I felt queasy from the smell of beer and cigarette, I never imagined that students could lead such a frivolous lifestyle on campus. Well, here I am too.

I soon got used to the atmosphere there.

Looking through the drinks in the transparent fridge, I couldn’t locate any soft drink and simply went back to my seat. Looking around for hadizat, I spotted her dancing with some random guy. She saw me staring, and then came over

Hadizat: ain’t you drinking
Me: there is no soft drink here
Hadizat: (laughing loudly) does this place look like awo hall buttery? this is a bar Kelvin, what do you expect?

She offered me her drink, I drank after hesitating twice, I felt a burning sensation on my tongue as I took the drink. It felt like my tongue was burning. She made me take more sips. She pulled me up to dance, I felt dizzy as we danced for like 5 minutes, it felt like the floor beneath me was rolling faster than the normal earth’s rotation. The floor disappearing and reappearing, soon I began to stagger. I got out of the room and went outside to get some fresh air.

Soon I saw paul coming from the store some few metres away from the bar, he was heading back to amphi theatre- the venue of the concert. He pulled out his phone. Suddenly, my phone rang, it was paul, he must want to find out if I was in amphi. Instead of either picking or hanging up the call, I ran to the hostel. I couldn’t afford him seeing me in that state. I was ashamed.

 Saturday morning, I woke up to see 25 missed calls on my phone, 20 from hadizat and 5 from paul. I felt a slight headache as I rose  up and got some water to drink.

I thought about what happened the previous night, hadizat seemed more like a pro, it must have been her fourth bottle she offered me, and still looked okay at that.

I couldn’t find any comparison between the present hadizat and the hadizat of 1st semester. She was an indoor girl before resuming school(her testimony), but on resuming, she seem to wanna know the world out there. Why I am not happy is that I find myself being drawn along, and not being able to stop myself makes me feel more miserable.

I missed the following Sunday service, so as to prepare for my final paper- ssc 102( flimsy excuse, what’s there to read in economics)

After the paper, hadizat made a suggestion that we celebrate ending part one at new buka, 9pm.
We got there holding hands and walked past the restaurants and straight to the bar. I saw banky there. Trying to avoid been seen by him, I drew hadizat to a table in a dark corner.

Few bottles of beer and a bottle of wine soon arrived the table. Hadizat started with the wine. In less than an hour, I was through with four bottles and ordered for more

Hadizat: can you handle it?
Me: sure( by now, my vision was doubling, if I remember correctly)
After, I had taken six bottles, we decided to leave, hadizat help me walk.

The following morning, I woke up with headache on a bed I knew wasn’t mine, hadizat was also beside me.

Where was i? what happened overnight?