One particular birthday party

On a Sunday evening, while preparing Banger Soup for my dinner, my phone rang, and because I was very close to the gas cooker, I let it ring to the end without picking it up with the intention of returning the call when I'm free.
Still on my cooking, working the magic on my soup on fire, the phone rang again and I just dropped what I was doing and reached out to the phone. It was one of the guys I forcibly considered a friend that was calling.

"Hello, how far, Kingsley, are you at home? Please stop whatever you're doing, I'm coming to your house right away, let's go to a friend's birthday party at the lounge close to your house." He rushly said immediately I picked up the call... he was not having enough airtime.

I couldn't say no because part of me wants to go out and that's because I've been living an indoor life, but still, I wasn't ready to be billed outside and to make matters worse, it's a female birthday party.🙇

"Big man, okay, I'll be waiting," I replied him after a series of thoughts.
I checked my soup on the fire and it was almost done. I just let it down from the fire and said, "I'd continue when I come back."

I opened my wardrobe to pick what to wear, and I almost settled for a packet shirt because that's what I love dressing in, but a thought came, "You're going to a birthday party, not a church program." I instantly killed the idea of a packet shirt, and I brought out one of my best polos, a red coloured polo. I wore it and matched it with black jean trouser. I was supposed to wear shoe but I don't know what pushed me to settle for foot palm.

Within 7 minutes, my friend arrivedand we headed out to the lounge, just a throw from my house. We entered, and my neighbors (the street people) became surprised to see me... I didn't reason with any of them; I just concentrated on my big boy mood.

This my friend took me to the deep part of the club where the big boys were, the place was saturated with marijuana's smoke even when they wrote "No smoking of India hemp"

We sat down in the midst of big boys, and I noticed that all of them were busy pressing their iPhones, probably talking with clients. I needed to play along with the "ballers"(someone with excess money through fraud) vibe too, so I brought my phone, not minding that it was an Infinix, and began to press as if I was 'bombing'(hunting for clients to defruad) too. Funny enough, my friend that took me there doesn't know what's up; he's not into them, so he was just there staring at everything.

All these while, much music was being played but the party had not yet started, and I was checking the time because I was hungry and the sense of my unfinished sweet soup was brushing & dragging me to go home.

After staying there for like an hour, the MC took the microphone and began to give the normal hypes, insulting the non-ballers, and I was just there minding my own business.

"The celebrant has just arrived and the party is about to start. Please we need someone to lead us in prayer," the MC announced.

It was only my friend that I was sure that he knew I'm a church person, so I was praying in my heart so he doesn't tell the MC to give me a microphone for prayers.
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I tightened my face the more to display some traits of rugedness, but I don't know how it happened, till today I don't know why the MC moved to my side and gave me the microphone to lead them in opening prayer.

"What's this? Is it that I'm looking too gentle upon my rugged swears? What do I pray for now? Should I pray for no sin or should God pardon them for what's about to happen?" All these thoughts ran through my mind immediately after I received the microphone.

Well, I know that God doesn't give hear to such prayers, so I just roughly gave a three minutes prayer that I'm sure didn't leave the room, not to mention of reaching the heaven.

We sat down after the prayer, and I was imagining what prompted the MC to give me the microphone for payer. I concluded that maybe the MC is our church member, and he might have seen me doing ushering work.

The main grooving began...

I didn't have any money, so I wasn't ready to spray the celebrant. But the MC was so stubborn, he thought everyone seated was a baller, he was calling all the guys one after the other to do "like a man"... and I was a baby.

My friend observed the system that suggest we leave before the madness gets to our turn. That's how we sneakily left the scene. God is good!

Also, I went home with a Black Bullet that night, and I'm not the alcoholic type. I begged them to give me malt ooo! but they said there was no malt.

When I got home, I decided to be a man and drink the Black Bullet and see how it was.

Jeeez! That drink is bitter and extremely alcoholic. I just took a sip, and I began to feel the reaction Instantly.
I just threw it away, entered my bedroom and zoomed off to dreamland without completing my undone soup.🙇