If you missed part Four, read it HERE!!!
The Nigerian university environment is a perfect place where clusters of people from different facet of life are found on a daily basics. If you’re probably wondering what a fake birthday means, this concept is almost self explanatory, except for the fact that it’s done out of frivolity and obsession with social madness. If you’re still confused, then your guess is as good as mine.
Bishop was a final year student, also in the department of sociology. Himself and Femi were age-mate despite their class distinction. He was basically fortunate to be admitted into higher institution the same year he finished from high school. Bishop could be very annoying and cocky at times, with little or no courtesy to his attitude. Perhaps, a bad habit he failed to change from time immemorial which seemed to be working perfectly well for him. In a perfect world, he would either bend or break the rules, and still get things done the other way round. Indeed, he was one hell of a crazy nigga…
About two hours later, preparations had kicked off for the bash which was scheduled to hold in the evening for obvious reasons. Bishop called one of his girlfriend, well, maybe not his girlfriend but side-chick and informed her about the indoor birthday party, and also told her to come along with her friends. There is something fascinating about Bishop, which is; his speaking prowess and ability to woo girls even in the most ridiculous circumstance and he hardly gets rejected or humiliated. Maybe he was always lucky, or maybe it’s just the strigent trait of a player which he was, or maybe it’s the combination of both.
The both of them departed to Bishop’s hood where the party was to hold, in no time, the place was well arranged as part of preliminary measure to ensure that the room was in good taste. The first factor to consider was electricity, and due to the epileptic power supply, Bishop bought petrol enough to full his fuel tank, but after emptying the entire content into the engine, the generator which had minor problems refused to start, they collectively ignited the cabrator continuously but to no avail. The generator needed some servicing, but that would delay time, so they opted to make use of Femi’s generator instead.
The rave of the moment would definitely not be complete should stomach infrastructure be left abandoned. After several deliberations, a conclusion was reached. It was time to call Bushman. To set the record straight, Bushman isn’t the name of a man who stays in a bush. He was a local palmwine tipper who goes about selling his refined ‘palmy’ on a bicycle. He was knowed to be very jovial with people, which made him a popular icon across the school.
Femi had bushman’s number, so he put a call through to him, of which he answered on the first ring. An order was placed, and he was asked to come to St’ Valentine’s Lodge where they bought 10litres of fresh palmwine. Thereafter, they both went to a Liquor shop where alcoholic beverages of all kinds were sold. The seller came back with an average-sized bottle of Mc’ Dowells which was ordered. Then and there, Bishop gave Femi an eye contact, he got the message and paid for the drink. Afterall, Bishop wasn’t the only one organizing the party. The arrangement was almost completed, so they made back home waiting for the guests to arrive.
The zenith of the night had gradually began to crave in, both Bishop and Femi were indoor watching a movie on Bishop’s laptop, just then a knock was heard on the door.
Bishop stood up sluggishly from the rug carpet where he had sat and made for the door. Immediately the door was let ajar, Suzan barged in smiling sheepishly with guilt written all over her face. Bishop feigned a frown and looked at her with a straight face as though he was upset, then she swiftly hugged him whilst trying to pacify him.
“Don’t be offended! We visited a friend of ours, but could not leave there on time” Suzan whispered slightly into his ears. Bishop knew she was lying, but decided to let it slide.
“Won’t you usher us into your room?” Suzan retorted slightly raising her voice, which seemed to have leverage the situation.
“Come inside jare, but next time, be on time!” Bishop fired back with a tone of finality, as he opened the door.
Femi had since paused the movie, thereby watching the drama as it unfolds. The three lovely damsels walked in, all clad in beautiful dresses.
“This is my bestfriend, Femi, and meet Suzan my Girlfriend” Bishop did a brief introduction as the girls made for comfy. Femi quickly scrutinized the other two girls who came along with her, and one of them caught his eyes, he fell for her flawlessly.
Everything was going smoothly, but there was a little problem. The guys were outnumbered, and a party of that magnitude would not go down well if the other lady was left neglected. Bishop who always had a mischievious Plan-B noticed the aura, and then a smart idea popped into his head…
STILL ON THE MATTER!!
To Be Continued…
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