The Morning After

‘This has to count as the worst long weekend ever’, I said to myself, I soon had to chew my own words. So here we are in Chilanga with a couple of new friends or mates whatever you chose to call them. We are in a truck or at least this Nissan Pajero sure does look like one. Now if you have been to Chilanga, you will surely agree with me that a place called Hakuna Kulala is a place that really does inspire a drinking bout. Im telling myself that perhaps I shouldn’t think about the beer but trust me my throat isn’t helping me in anyway.

What am I to do? Okay, since I’m pretty much everybody’s friend here, I begin to elicit what is to be ‘like Barney from “How I met your Mother” would say, legen-dery’, a few two somes for each of the guys perhaps. Somehow they all fall for it and believe that I can make things happen for them, I don’t how I always get to do this.

So here we are, all four guys, my good friend who I won’t name because he is a deacon at church, but I’m sure some of you know who he is and two new people that I just met at Arcades the other day, and by the way, we are all pretending to be very good friends. Okay at least we have one thing in common; we all want to have drinks and chicks to go with them.

This is like Mingeli’s bad company at its best here eh, so I decide to get everybody a portion of grilled goat or michopo and I tell everyone that they haven’t tested good michipo until they taste what is on these brown papers. We are getting the party starting…. Okay now this is too much, the six pack of Heineken that we bought from Lusaka is now down and the guys really want buzz, in the meantime I’m on my phone trying to text the girls that I promised the guys.

I guess the pressure is too much and one of the guys decides that he will just have to use whatever moneys he has to ensure that the boys get a lege’ndery night as it were and that’s how we started drinking and the night led us to places we never imagined.

We had a gas!

Well, it’s that time again, you know time when you don’t even want to check how much is in your pockets? Yep. The morning after. I wake up in some bed. Our company is gone and there are quite a number of lines of Paul’s face. I think I may know what the problem is.

Being the nice guy that I’m (Self praise) I decide to ask the poor fellow what the problem is. He says its nothing so I quickly say my good byes and I tell the guys not to bother with taking me home since I leave just a few blocks away.

Well, I bet that chap is now broke, thanks to the pressure of the long weekend, with what gain, I don’t know. I have been down this road on a number of occasions and even hell knows the way it’s like. You spend all your money on beers for the guys and the girls whose names you don’t even recall the next day and then you feel the pinch afterwards.

The truth is, ,maybe some of us don’t have as much as we should because we are always spending the little we earn to appease our friends every weekend and long holiday.

Did you know the poor spend more than the rich? Food for thought yah!

How do I know this isn’t cutting it? I receive a call from the guy that bought beers for us asking me for a K10, 000.00 to get him to work- tse tse tse! I’m such bad company, avoid me!