It's Friday, alcohol and public places are excited including the private places.
Everybody is waiting for the day to end to enable them to live out the Friday.
I went to this lounge with a friend of mine who promised to take me out. I sat down sipping my drink and observing everybody.
The table beside me had people who looked like they were having a village meeting and one of the men amongst them came with his wife, the type of wife who's always stronger than the husband, the type who insist to go everywhere with their husband to make sure he doesn't look at the small girls like they call them. You can tell she's used to it because she was dancing to the music and having her fun while eating everything on the menu.
The other table had people who genuinely came out to have fun. You can see them laughing and dancing to every beat the DJ played, one can see the youthful exuberance.
Another table had guys who look like they've lost business deals, love, and family. They are sober and gazing at their cup and occasionally ordering for refills.
You can see the ones who don't earn their dough, they just make their dough. They are the shakers of the economy. The scent oozing from where they are and the quality of dress and wine they are drinking says it all. You'd give poverty a hard whip.
Then, at this other table, is a guy with a girl wearing a dress that can barely cover her breast and thighs. One can deduce that they are negotiating a price for the night.
Once the sealed the deal, they left together.
At another table, I see the noisemakers. No public place exists in Nigeria without notorious noisemakers. Their voices overshadowed everyone's voice as the discussed footballs and live scores.
At the back of my table is seated 3 ladies, each drinking a glass of water and waiting for any man interested in the night affair to approach them and buy them s drink.
I finally finished my drink and we left.
Chioma Henrietta Okoli
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