Gaining admission into a higher institution in my country is a difficult one; the only time it appears soft is when you have the money to sort out your way or when you're placed on a school or course of study that wasn't initially your plan.
During my time, I settled on pursuing polytechnics admission instead of universities because polytechnics are easier. Although the hurdles I crossed were few before I gained admission into the Polytechnic compared to my two friends, Henry and Mark, who paid for some sorting to get admitted.
After the first month of being admitted, the matriculation date got fixed, and we were all prepared to have the feast of our lives that day because it was more like a day of officially celebrating admission.
I'm not the lousy type, so I wasn't having any major plans aside eating from my big pot, getting some soft drinks, watching Netflix, and chilling in my house. But my two friends came suggesting an outing, which I intended to snub, but I later bought the idea because I'd be seen as the indoor type.
The day came, and we all got dressed in our matrix robes and headed out to join the party atmosphere in school as well as the matriculation procession, which was the big deal. We took pictures and ate food from colleagues whose parents came visiting with coolers of food.
"We are waisting time here, it's time to go and celebrate big," Henry said as he checked his phone for time and saw that it was already 5:00 p.m. and we were still on school premises.
"Let's ball out," Mark added, and I was left with no option but to follow them. We thanked our friend and his parents for the food, and we left.
We got home, offloaded the big matric gown, changed into some easy wear, and left for the nearby bar in our street.
Henry isn't the rich guy, but he sure knows how to look rich whenever he's in the mood to party. He threw it at us to order anything on his account.
"What a blank check!" I applauded him and signalled to the waitress. She came, and I told her that I want a plate of pepper soup and a can of malt.
"Can malt? What's that? Are we in church? Bro, we are here to celebrate to eat, drink and get high, and I don't see any reason why you should go for malt on a day like this." Mark blasted me in the presence of the waitress, and I felt shy a little, but I can't because of him to order what would work against my system.
"Please don't mind him, get what I ordered for." I smartly told the waitress to go ahead with my order.
Henry and Mark ordered the hottest of drinks because they wanted to be high and reach heaven.
In a few minutes, our orders arrived, and we jumped into them, devouring the plates, drinking from glasses, and shaking our bodies to the loud music.
We were on it, eating and drinking, when Henry excused us. We didn't know what he was up to until he returned with a very expensive alcoholic drink. We hailed him so loudly, and his shoulder definitely raised up.
We popped the drink, and here we go. We served it to our glasses, and when I tasted it, the taste was so harsh that I became scared of the alcohol. I had to pretend that I was sipping it while I poured it out without them knowing.
As the party was going on, Mark began to shout "Nnem eeeh!" (my mother!), and I noticed that he was heavily under the influence of alcohol already. I walked to him and talked to him about going back home as time was 12:00am already, he refused but I persisted, and that's how we left.
Our house wasn't far from there, so I held him as he staggeredly followed me house while Henry was with us as well, looking like he was normal(not touched by the alcohol).
Immediately we got home, Henry, who was behaving normally, puked on the bed. I became extremely angry. I left their two in the room and went to another student's house to sleep for the night.
When it was dawn, I entered the room to meet them sweeping and mopping the floor. They had a competition for puking all through the night.
