MY BIZZARE DAY I’VE HAD SO FAR…PART 2
It’s time for you to know my other sides I didn’t know I had.
So here we are, on the 2nd part of the article following the last one I published last week. So please, my fellow reader, before we jump right into this one, if you haven’t read the the 1st part kindly go back and read it.
As I’ve promised you that I’m going to deliver part II, here it is. It’s all yours baby. It’s a pleasure to find you here and I highly appreciate that. Let me continue and tell what the fuck happened after that whole shitty scene during that day.
It was around 7pm, I walked my butt out of the grocery store and straightly proceeded to the liquor store. That’s where I began to feel like I’m entering a glorious place on earth that brings joy to anyone and anywhere. I felt confident and unprejudiced by whoever was there because we were looking for the same thing for different reasons. But, it’s more likely that our purposes were the same; enjoyment.
The establishment of alcohol contributed perfectly people’s happiness. It made the world an enjoyable place to be.
I bought two 500ml of fat, short bottles of ciders and one 750ml bottle of wine. I got my butt out of the liquor store and went straight to campus. Before I reached the entrance gate of my campus, I saw two dudes sitting with their butts on pavement alongside the gate. These dudes were drinking. I saluted them and then sat next them. Without wasting any of my time I opened one bottle of my ciders and drank. Then, I found myself opening my peanuts and putting them in my mouth. That’s where the joy knocked down on my heart.
I sucked up all the joy that was inside the bottle of cider in less than 2 minutes. And without any fucking hesitation, I ate one banana and felt great. I didn’t give a shit. And these dudes who were sitting next to me clearly knew that I didn’t give a flying fuck. I drank like I have been thirsty for more than a century.
I don’t fucking know who these dudes were. I don’t know who the fuck they were because I didn’t give a flying fuck about knowing them. And they too as well didn’t give a flying fuck about knowing me either. We did talk something like it’s a mistake to complete a degree being sober. I still can’t believe that a student can complete a degree without taking a little bit sip of…uhm, beer (it’s so scary).
Without waiting for this mysterious dude named Jesus whom we were promised when we were young that he will come back on earth to hang out with his people, I instantaneously opened another bottle of cider and sucked up all the incredible juices of joy that were stored inside. I felt great. No, I felt greater as I was facing the dark horizon and imagined zero problems. After guzzling one and a quarter of bottle of ciders I felt like I have a problem-free life full of joy. Sure, I swallowed one and a quarter of joy straight to my body. I began to feel energized (that’s how I usually feel when I sip this kind of joy).
After a couple of dull minutes talking with these unknown dudes, another bottle of cider was down. The evening was emerging. The sky was getting darker and wider. My eyes were narrowing down objects and, alas, trying to simplify and compress the complexity of the environment I was in in order to make some sense. My eyes were detecting a lot of noise but I tried by all means to pick some understandable information from that noise. I told myself, “fuck it, Luyanda! Let’s party.” I found myself lifting a bottle of red wine and opening it.
“When one drinks one sometimes thinks unclearly.” ~Charles Bukowski
I took long, scary shots of red wine combined with some sense of guiltiness. I sipped half of the incredible joy that was inside the bottle of wine and got my ass off to my resident. It’s a 14 minutes walk from campus to my residence. I didn’t know who the fuck I was. I didn’t see the path clearly. And I didn’t recognize any motherfucker along the path. Everything seemed virgin and marvelous to me. But I kept on walking because the only fucking thing I trusted was my own feet. Nothing else because my eyes were blurry and ears kept on detecting noise.
Nothing was stressing me out. No! I wasn’t stressed, depressed, disappointed, lonely, or happy. I wasn’t trying to numb any fucking pain or celebrate anything. I was drinking just for fun. But the so-called Fun turned out to be worst nightmare that generated a lot of goofy philosophical questions in my head. But I didn’t doubt these joyful juices I swallowed earlier, I doubted the so-called Fun. I began to view it as a betrayal.
Before I went strait to where I stay, I simply went to one of my buddies who resides on-campus to take my stuff that I left before we went our butts in the mall. I didn’t find him but his room was unlocked. I found another buddy, I poured him a full glass of red wine. He was excited. I was also excited as well. I went to this buddy’s room to collect my stuff, suddenly, this buddy asked for another glass of wine. I poured him another one. And we laughed together. I opened my milk and drank it. I poured him a glass of milk but it wasn’t full (I think I’m selfish when it comes to milk). I went my butt straight to where I stay.
It was very, very, vey fuzzy in my eyes yet I was energized, you know. I kept on trusting my feet and I was walking very fast. I was laughing out loud alone along the way. Trying to imagine things I couldn’t imagine.
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens, you drink in an attempt to forget it; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate it; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.” ~Charles Bukowski
I walked through the passageway along the venues of the school where a thousands of student’s souls are attending their classes from Monday to Friday ranging from lonely students to happy ones; from witty to dumb ones; from creative to unskillful ones; from sad to energetic ones; from fat to skinny ones; from depressed to resilient ones; from ugly to sheen ones; from poor to wealthy ones; from religious to nonreligious ones; from loved to unloved ones; and from virgin to impure ones.
As I walked through that those red, brick layered venues that I hate for most of the time, my bottle of red wine was empty. Those glorious juices that were inside were gone. But I didn’t stressed out because I was merely halfway from my residence. I threw the fucking empty bottle of joy away. There were some students who were sitting there beside the passageway. I don’t know whether they were dating or what. But I saw human beings in clothes and heard little unclear voices.
I don’t know what happened after that, I found myself in my room. The room temperature was fucking high that I ended up removing my jersey and t-shit. I was hungry but didn’t want to eat heavy meal, so I ate banana and drank milk. Minutes passed, I heard a voice coming outside from my window and I got my butt up to hear it clearly. It was a dude who is famously known by the students for being a content creator on TikTok by making video clips that most of the students finds them funny. But I find them boring and timewasting.
This dude called me and said he was sent to take this dude’s cell phone that I borrowed at the grocery store when I was with May. I didn’t give him because I was too drunk and weak to take the phone from the bed and give him through the window. I didn’t have time. So I told him to relax. He kept on shouting and shouting until I heard no noise coming from my window. He was gone.
Few minutes later, the owner of the phone arrived (I knew he would come), and by that moment I was on the phone talking to my buddy so I didn’t have time to attend this dude. This dude pushed the door in order to get inside and take his phone, luckily, my door had a door chain interviewer on it. As such, the dude wasn’t able to get inside. He yelled at me and asked me to give him back his phone. I didn’t have time to give him back his phone, so I unlocked the door chain and he took it. There was a silence in my room. He was gone.
The room temperature rose up higher. I was in hell, sweating and exhausted and weary and hungry. I removed all my damn clothes except my boxer short. I slept over the floor with my back because the bed was just another burning hell. My phone was on the floor, completely separated from its cover. My clothes (socks, jersey, t-shirt and shoes) were over the floor. My milk was also there with me on the floor. It didn’t betray me on that difficult time of hell. So I kept drinking it until I my stomach was full.
Several minutes passed, I heard a knock on my door (it sounded like the person who was knocking was scared or something). Then, I heard a calm tone of voice. I don’t fucking know what the fuck happened, but at that time I was on the bed. I saw a long brown gown, it was Caramelia. She called me by my surname twice, then by my name. I tried to wake up and open the door. I recall telling her to wait. I saw her nice behind going away. She was gone.
I got my ass back to my bed and tried to sleep, but then something urgent told me wake the fuck up. Geez! My stomach was boiling and making some strange sounds which I didn’t like. I wanted to vomit. I told myself that I need to vomit because if I don’t, I won’t be able to sleep for the entire night. But I was scared. I drank a glass of water and tried to sleep.
After a while, something strange on my stomach boiled again, then my windpipe was invaded by something I didn’t understand that made me difficult to breathe. I made some uncomfortable sounds on my windpipe. I wanted to vomit. But I couldn’t because I was scared. I drank a glass of water and continued to sleep. I hated what I was experiencing. I felt helpless.
I woke up again from my bed and took my phone. At least nothing bad was happening in my stomach as well as my windpipe. There were no fucking sounds at that time. On that day, I was going to attend my 7:45am class therefore I decided to just wake up and stop fucking around. I was fully awake. I saw a text message from the notifications on my phone. When I looked at the time, it was 4:48am.
