All night, I dreamt about how glorious my Saturday partying would be. Invitations to attend 2 parties, my day will be blessed, I prophesied. I left the house not eating cos I knew I'd eat at the parties. The first party lived up to my expectations, I ate and I was happy. Before I left the venue, I used their restroom. I signed out by doing a proper number 2. Coming out of the room, a Server was passing by with a tray having glass cups of smoothies, I took a cup, drank it, and headed out Party 2 venue bound! I hopped into a rickety bus, with a rude conductor, and a useless driver. Lagos people are not normal, except me. I thought I could cope with their madness. They frustrated me, and my frustration created a rumbling in my belly. I became discomfited. The fuel in their bus stopped midway. These are never any responsible. They dropped me off without getting to my destination. I couldn't fight them; after all, I was wearing a white dress, and I was not ready to be sta