As challenging as life might be, it sometimes brings to us some drama that would make us take a break from whatever is bothering us to laugh for even just a second. These things happen and it becomes something that makes us laugh when the memory pops up.
Crashing parties was one of my survival skills in the higher institution, I schooled in a city where over 50 parties were held every weekend. The people of Ikorodu are known to be party lovers so there will always be something to celebrate. If it's not a birthday, it would be a wedding party or any other type of celebration and the best part is that my school has different open spaces people rent for events.
I wasn't the only one involved, my roommates were in this with me and we always worked together to make sure that every weekend was a success. We sew a special white fabric for this survival operation since it blends into every party and we always made findings about events so that we can know the right one to attend. We don't crash parties that won't take care of our feeding for a whole day so we're are quite selective.
As usual, the weekend was approaching and we already had plans. We arrived at the birthday party like every other person on Saturday and studied everything happening there, it was a big catch for us and I could tell that there would be enough to go home with since food and drinks were surplus.
We took a table for ourselves at the party and I honestly enjoyed the MC who anchored the program for the day. The main thing we had all been waiting for came and the food supply was short.
The next line of action was for someone among us to pretend to be a family of the celebrant and he will politely divert the caterers to our table. Tunde was about to meet one of the caterers when one lady joined us, she was pretty and we guessed that she must be a family to the celebrant. We greeted each other and suspended whatever plan we had because we didn't know who she was. This lady waved at one of the waiters and the guy came sharply.
The waiter brought more food and we got drinks as well, the lady was free with us and one of us was even thinking about taking her number. The supply didn't stop, not from the same waiter though and we got lots of souvenirs.
The party was gradually ending and we ought to have left but this lady didn't go. She was with us and we didn't want to embarrass ourselves so we waited patiently. About an hour later, this lady brought out a polythene bag and started packing the things on the table.
We intentionally collected more drinks but she packed some, I didn't comprehend what she was doing until she stood up and left without even saying goodbye. We all watched her as she left, it turned out that the person who thought might be a family to the celebrant was just a fellow hustler.
She did short our ration and I couldn't stop smiling. She was smarter than us or should I say, we didn't want to embarrass ourselves. She must be thinking we were some big boys whereas, we came to hustle as well.
I realised there was no shame in the hustle and we wouldn't stop talking about her for days.
