I SPEND MY WEEKEND IN THE TOILET
NNOLI SYLVESTER CHIKELUE@sylvesternnoli140312
10 days ago
It was supposed to be a carefree weekend, filled with laughter, friends, and an endless supply of snacks. I had been looking forward to the gathering at Jake’s place for weeks. The aroma of homemade pizza filled the air, and the excitement was palpable as we caught up with each other. Little did I know, that night would spiral into a bizarre adventure I would never forget.
As the night drew on, someone suggested trying a new dish that Jake had whipped up something he called "Mystery Dip." The vibrant colors and rich smell were enticing, and before I knew it, I had scooped up a generous portion onto my plate. It wasn’t until later that I realized the dip had been made with a mix of ingredients that included some questionable spices and an unfamiliar herb Jake picked up from a local market.
The fun continued until, just as we were about to start a board game, I felt a strange rumble in my stomach. At first, I shrugged it off, thinking it was just a minor case of indigestion. But within minutes, I was sprinting to the bathroom, praying that I would make it in time.
Hours passed, and I found myself trapped in the bathroom, my weekend plans rapidly dissolving into a series of unfortunate events. The laughter from the living room faded into distant echoes as I battled the relentless waves of nausea and discomfort. I could hear my friends joking and playing, oblivious to the chaos unfolding behind the closed door.
As I sat there, I had plenty of time to think. I reflected on the night’s events and began to realize the consequences of my actions. I had been so eager to fit in and enjoy the moment that I hadn’t considered the potential risks of trying something new without knowing its origins.
The hours turned into what felt like an eternity. Just when I thought I might never escape, I finally emerged, pale and shaky, to find my friends concerned but still supportive. They had even saved me a slice of pizza, a gesture that warmed my heart despite my predicament.
The moral of my weekend ordeal became clear: life is a balance of spontaneity and caution. While it’s wonderful to embrace new experiences, it’s equally important to prioritize your well-being and make informed choices. The next time I’m faced with a mysterious dish or unverified substance, I’ll be sure to remember my toilet-bound weekend and think twice before indulging.
As I shared my tale with my friends, laughter filled the room once more, and I realized that even the most embarrassing moments could turn into funny stories. We may not always know the ingredients of every mystery that comes our way, but our choices define our experiences.
From that day forward, I approached new experiences with a mix of curiosity and caution, ensuring that whatever came next would be a story worth telling, preferably one that didn’t involve a long stay in the bathroom.
