Where is my head? (A funny reaction from soaked holy water)

We all understand the way we feel when we are growing up. We want to do things in our own way and desire freedom to the fullest. We all have reasons we seek freedom. For some of us, throwing a house party is on the top list. Having friends around under one roof surrounded by food, drinks, with the booze and music flying in the air supersede any form of excitement that is derived from hanging out alone

Just as we have different faces, people have different preferences on how a house party should look like. Some prefer a quiet party where they gather to talk and reminisce on past moments and have a light drink. But many love to turn everywhere upside down by throwing caution in the wind amidst booze, super loud sound, and anything that says reckless abandon. The more people at a party, the greater the fun

There's always different people at a party and the greater the energy in the room, the more you are encouraged or pushed to get out of your shell, and have fun. We are always left with memories of parties whether good, bad, funny, or ridiculous moments. From fight separation to gut wrenching laughter, and other awkward behaviours emanating from too much intake of booze. In short, you never can tell what will happen at a party and you never know what to expect

Having many people in a party means the presence of countless characters. This means as everyone is having fun, things can also go awkward. Lekside is a good friend of mine that loves partying. He moves from one club to another. Knowing him as a party monger, I invited him to one of my friends party off school campus. Before leaving home, I warned him about where we are going because I know him to be a lover of free drink

While at the p[arty, I noticed that the palm wine has been soaked with weed. I'm a kegite so I know the taste of palm wine a lot. I tried to caution him to moderate his drinking but he failed to listen to my advice. Lekside kept gulping the sweet holy water like a camel. I can drink and dry a whole brewery. Don't you know what they call me? Drink can never kill the bottle, Lekside praised himself. People that saw him drink such quantity and still maintain a sane behaviour began to hail him because he doesn't look like someone feeling tipsy at all

The excitement continues in the room as everyone enjoy themselves the best way they could. I knew that what Lekside took would manifest after sometime so I kept my eyes on him closely. No matter how I caution him to take it easy with the drink, he wouldn't listen. Free things can make one misbehave. You don't need to say fuck decorum because you have it all to yourself in abundance. After a while I began to notice that his dancing steps has changed from normal. He walks from one edge of the party room to the other dancing with peoples girl friends pushing their boy friends aside and mixing the palm wine in his cup with spirit. You need to see the way he was shouting and singing. People didn't see it as anything because he wasn't the only one caught by the drink. Many people at the party has contacted

As I partake in the fun and excitement, my eyes never leave my friend. I was beginning to feel the ginger from the little palm wine I took. When I say little, many cups has gone down my belly but I was still gallant and capable. When the appointed time came for my friend to be lead by the spirit of his intake, he came to me and asked me he's looking for his head. I wasn't surprised. I smiled and helped him use his hand to touch his head. Here is your head on your neck man. He wasn't convinced. He was really looking for his head under the table. Other people at the party noticed him and almost cracked their ribs

I dragged him to a corner to help him out by pouring cold water on his lost head maybe he would find it but found his way back to our seat checking every angle for his head. I guess the weed in the palm wine has settled somewhere in his brain making his head to feel light and empty. The funniest part was when he accused me of stealing his head and started crying. It was a very funny and crazy moment. I couldn't help my self laughing seriously. His words to me would make anyone around laugh and roll on the floor

In the end, I collected his car key from his pocket and with some helping hands, we carried him and placed him at the back seat. It was the grace of God that helped me drive safely home as he kept hitting my head from the back to give him his head. When we got home, I gave him ALABUKUN (A licit drug) maybe that would help him calm down and it worked. He stopped talking after some minutes and slept off like a baby. When he finally woke up, he didn't remember anything. I played some of his videos for him and he vowed never to drink again. He stopped going to party but I knew he was only mourning his past madness. A few weeks later, he started drinking again