BY PATRCIA WAFULA
I glance at my watch again maybe for the millionth time. Only a minute has elapsed how unbelievable!
I curse myself for registering for this class. Usually i could settle for anything but class on a Friday evening.
The buzzing of my phone awakens me from my wicked reverie and suddenly I roar back to life.
Who doesn’t like parties? I smile inwardly knowing i have something to look forward to.
Moments later I am in my dorm room considering all my fancy party clothes.
Expectedly so it is hard to choose. I settle for a deep shade of blue.
Bodies are swaying, drinks flying, music banging… Standard. I settle down with my ‘elixir’ it can’t get better than this.
I get lost in the crowd saying the same thing in my head over and over again before i pass out.
The following day i wake up feeling pathetic. Was i saying ‘you only live once’ last night?
All i need is to be woken up when the world is almost over. I would trade this feeling for anything. I think to myself i have officially quit partying and drinking.
After showering, i get dressed convincing myself it would make me feel better. My room reeks of alcohol but that doesn’t bother me much.
I fix myself a cup of ‘coffee’ and before i get comfortable a knock on the door makes me jump. My mother’s voice floats clearly through the door.
Oow! Did i mention am a preacher’s daughter?