Lucky roughened his face as the harsh cold
kissed him hard at the forehead. It has been a rough night. He dragged his feet
but managed to walk across the boulevard that led to his place. It had never
occurred to him that his last hangover would hand him over to the school of
hard knocks.
Lucky has just awakened
from a slumber beside a gutter. Life is unfair, Lucky concluded. He spat. He
twitched his nose and gave a long sneeze. Bouts of fresh undefiled air caressed
his nostrils. He had been abandoned by his friends after a long drinking spree.
As he staggered home, he
could barely remember why and how he got there. He had been gulping few bottles
and was slightly tipsy when his friend, Charles, threw a challenge at him, “You
cannot finish 12 bottles of beer.
“Of course I can! Lucky
shouted. “I know you can’t” replied Charles “What do you mean? Don’t you know
that though all beer may be equal in volume, all men are not? Barman, bring me
eight more.” Lucky ordered. “What! Shouted Charles… “My five thousand naira for
a bet, Charles added as the other friends watched.
It was the sixth bottle
that broke the Camel’s back.