I thought ramadan would come and go like every other celebrations….oooh I was so, so wrong.
It happened I had a program to attend that day, but the thoughts and taste of beer made me skip it.
I went to a party, with one through purpose, to get drunk, which I got. But right there at the back of my head I didn’t want too.
I saw other guys drinking hungrily, so I joined in, first bottle, second bottle, the the third……..
Wait, did I take the third, at this stage am not sure of anything anymore.
Like my peeps will say, I fuck*d up, did so many stupid tins after the second bottle, now I am nursing an hangover, never thought it would hurt this much.
God please forgive me.