22nd January Two Zero One One

22nd January Two Zero One One

Last night, I went to the club for the first time and surprisingly I didn’t feel nothing, I wasn’t excited, wasn’t scared, wasn’t looking forward to the experience. I felt normal, calm and I was wondering what was wrong with me. My roommates cajoled me into going with them because I was in my final year, final semester and I had never been to a club. As a Unilag chic the hype attached to clubbing was overwhelming. Thursdays were the official club days and once it was 9pm, the hostel would suddenly come alive and most of the girls would keep running from room to room, borrowing makeup kits, dresses, shoes, accessories and the likes. While all the strategic mirror locations (the bathrooms inclusive) would be filled with plenty girls trying to get a glimpse. Some would stand there for as long as two hours brushing their hair, trying on different clothes, applying makeup, making calls to know where their date was or as the case may be the cab man that would convey them to the various clubs. It was like a jungle, the hostel only quieted down in the early hours of the morning and we the remaining occupants of the hostel knew peace.
I went to the club out of curiosity to see what was so exciting and why girls went out of their way to be there. My roomies and i kind of club-trotted. The first club we went to was Octopus at Yaba, the noise was too much, the music was too loud, my ears were ringing, men were ogling and semi-drunk, the atmosphere was filled with smoke, almost all the girls were half naked, too much flesh was out and the disco light affected my sight. I kept shutting my eyes because the darkness was better than the neon signs I exposed my eyes to. I sat down, looked at everyone and wondered how they had fun in that setting. Then our next stop was McKays (I don’t know how it’s spelt) on the island. Once I entered my ears started ringing again, the smoke was unbearable and there were so many people; boys, girls, men, women, guys, chicks, bruvs, babes…Everybody was looking good, classy, sassy and sexy. Luckily for me my roomies got seats in the VIP lounge and got drinks even though I don’t drink. Then my favorite songs started rolling in and I couldn’t dance properly because I was wearing this gown society calls sexy that felt like a tutu, my killer heels were there to hinder me and there was no space to move even in the so-called VIP lounge. I sat down, surveyed my environment and for a fleeting instant the club house looked demonic like a sexual orgy was going on. It just didn’t look right for that fleeting moment. From where I sat in the VIP’s lounge I could see the regular lounge and I could see girls from my school standing and looking very uncomfortable. They didn’t have anyone to buy them drinks, no one to dance with and no place to sit. Then I wondered; why do they hype clubbing in school? Why do girls leave their comfort zones because they want to be in a club? To meet rich dudes? Feel sexy and attractive? Dance? Because in my third year I had a roommate whose sister went to the club with her so-called friends and got left at the club. The poor girl didn’t have money to take a cab back to school and had to take a public transport back to school. She had to pass through Yaba in her ridiculous clubbing outfit and we all know what Yaba boys can do to the morale of a girl who is fully clothed not to mention one that is half naked. She came into my room then crying and I kept asking why she went there even when she knew she didn’t have funds. Turns out it was peer pressure. I think clubbing is more of peer pressure than having fun. I looked around once more and came to the conclusion that there was nothing exciting about going to the club and I wished I was either wearing jeans and digging it out on the dance floor or I was in my precious bed lounging with my PC. It’s funny how when it’s night and you aren’t within your bed environment you tend to value your bed more.
When it was around 4am, we were ready to go back to school. On our way out we met some drunk guys in the elevator, one claiming Lebanese even though he was obviously a Nigerian and the other obviously not a Nigerian and they kept on blabbing. We got out of the elevator and even though they were too drunk to function they were still conscious enough to ask us to follow them to Ikoyi to spend the remainder of the morning. It was all so funny, boring, dry, stupid and revolting at the same time. I was so disgusted and bored out of my mind. When we eventually got to school, the gateman wanted us to tip him before he opened the gate and we weren’t ready because we didn’t flout any school rule and he didn’t have any reason to hold us off. This took like another 30 minutes and when I finally got to my room I just cleared my loving bed and slept off while bearing in mind that I wouldn’t like to go clubbing again and I might if the circumstances change.

17 thoughts on “22nd January Two Zero One One” by ayobare (@ayobare)

  1. You’re one of the lucky few that go in and come out the same way.
    I share the same opinion with you about clubbing though.

    1. Yes I was lucky @bunmiril Thanks for stopping by

  2. What a let down for you.

    1. @Nalongo well it’s part of life at least my curiosity was satisfied. Thanks for reading

  3. Peer pressure will make you do the stupidest things, sometimes, @ayobare.

    This would have been an easier read if you had added some paragraphs.

    1. @TolaO yes it can…i’ll work on my paragraphs, thanks a lot

    1. @vincentdepaul I sincerely hope the “Ahem” is positive. Thanks for stopping by

  4. Nice style. I have always felt clubbing is way over rated too.

    1. @mcsnol at least we share common ground…thanks for stopping by

  5. Straight forward recounting. If one doesn’t get into trouble at the chosen club, then I guess all is well that ends well.

    1. @ayobare, rereading this again and relating your narrative to the reality of clubbing all around the country………. nice piece but paragraphing as @Tola0 noted is very important. You could check out my my poem and comment, alongside @odigwe & @kay0496 at http://www.naijastories.com/2014/06/like-romeo-juliet/

      1. @innoalifa thanks for re-reading i actually need lessons on how to write within the confines of grammatical rules and writing rules. Most of the time when i think of all the rules i have to follow when writing it sort of dries my ink…and for someone like me who likes writing with no set boundaries. God help me.

        1. @ayobare, God help you bro…………. Never stop trying…………..

  6. Lol…@innoalifa i’m a girl…*tongueOut even though the mischievous part of me wanted you to keep calling me Bro…hahaha

    1. @ayobare, lolzzzzzzzzzz!!!!! So you take care and keep putting in your best, I could help from time to time……….

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