Late to work like I always am. I don't be giving a fuck and if they can't chill, I can't rush shit. That's not living (rushing shit. Just let it flow) and it's a fucking friday. Got a tee on like I was going to a party. So when I got invited to a party, I headed straight for it (instead of the bank as initially planned) with Vulvul (he invited me). Red Label. Yes. They (the Road Safety CDS people) danced to celebrate Batch B round up. Boys will be boys. So we be throwing comments at the MC. They recited some recharge numbers, my friend got one. I switched to 3G and got another. The party was by the poolside of the hotel and some folks were swimming. A lady hugged her friend close by and dropped one of her two palm wine plastic bottle. Swallowing a chewing gum by mistake is no fun. It rolled to the wrong people (us). We poured some. 501. Yes. I don't be giving a fuck. Mixed it with beer and Fayrouz. The rice was cool but I just ate the chicken. The boss and the guy argued with me that one of the lady's (there) chinese eye is weed related. I said some folks have chinese eye high eye without being high. I used to see her on camp like that too. She can't be high all the time. I stopped when I realised that they (all three) must have done more weed than I... think. I danced with her a bit though the dj was not representing at all and got her pin (cos' she said I will tire when I 'knack Akpako'). And she be like six feet forever inches tall. I don't mind. I don't be giving a fuck. I went into the gym, got another pin and left the venue with a glass of mixture in hand. People be looking like they have never seen a fine boy before. I don't be giving a fuck. It was about seven in the pm. The bike guy (in his pink polo and pink face cap) collected my money and dropped me by a roadside car sale business across the road from the bank. I put my drink on the boot of a clean used Toyota Highlander and sprayede some golden showers on one of its tyres. I chilled a bit by the boot wondering why nobody came to talk to me and memoed the event. I picked my glass and went to the ATM after crossing a double laned road and giving a truck driver a thumbs up in the hold up. There was a family of three (a mother and daughters) just arriving when I was and the little one (about ten) did some moving screen move on me to secure an ATM for her ma (how did I know they are a family?). I biked a bit to join a bus. I was chewing gum and them new shoes were killing them feet especially the left. The glass did not disappear. The lady by my side (in the bus) looked forty. She had a pair of jeans, a sweater and reading glasses on. She refused to collect my gum. I dropped with her even though we didn't really speak in the bus. I asked for her number, which she gave. She said she served in '98. She had that good good Queen's accent (or so). I told her I was going to catch some fun (which she almost didn't understand). I walked away saying I will called her (still haven't). she said to be careful as her cab passed by. I said I would be. She didn't hear. So I sent a text with a winking smiley. A thought crossed my mind that the number she gave me could be fake. I walked with my left shoe in hand. I got to a bridge and sat on the barricade (towards the road, of course. I was not that drunk) to do some blackberry things. People be looking as they pass by. It was 8:19pm (I looked at the time). I went to a garden but wasn't feeling it. Djed with a dvd player and danced a bit. I joined a service (in the garden where they sell beer) and clapped a bit. I went to Avatar to top up. Fishes don't swim backward. The white folks were watching Sweden, but the black folks were supporting England. I went out. A flood light was telling the distance of the suprising low clouds. Some guys were eating bread by the mall near by. I tossed some hausa and went back. I had a banter with the manager of Avatar. I didn't tip the waiter when left. I changed my mind about clubbing. Got a cab and headed home. I still wasn't that drunk. I set my sleeping conditions (air, phone, light, music, cloths,...). I woke up this morning with a little injury on my wrist, no hangover and a resolution to be closer to people I already know (cos' of the lady in the bus, somehow). But I don't know where this wound came from. The mystery is; how did I wake up with a suicide slash on my wrist?...
Ain't that a bitch
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