LIFE OF THE PARTY

Life of the party, the week has rushed by so quickly and FINALLY, furahiday is here. Soon as the sun rises and the city awakes, the party animal in me starts to stir from its week long induced slumber.

As I go through the day, each tutorial, each 2hour long lecture seems like an eternity to me. Any talk about school might and most probably could bore me to death. All I’m thinking of, all i can imagine is me, on the dance floor, dancing like my life depends on it. Taking my rightful place at the throne.

It’s like with every pulse, my blood runs through my body, awakening the party freak in me… supplying it with all the needed nourishments… it’s all I can do to contain myself. Anxiously biding my time, when my freak can come out and conquer.

Last period, only a few minutes left till my bodily torture ends and I get t be the other me, the freaky me. Soon as the lecturer salutes us goodnight, my books and pen are already in my bag, my feet ready to bolt, only that the person next to me is blocking my way, and so I reel the beast in, reminding myself that I still have to behave, and keep the façade up.

Quick goodbyes and lingering hugs, I exchange with my girlfriends. Secretly knowing, they would have gasped scandalously and with amazement if they even had an inkling of knowledge of what I had planned for the night. Normal me says byebye, freaky me gives them a teasing hello.

As I walk back to my room, up on the second floor, in a building at the heart of the city, the buildings one by one, lock up, street lights turn on one after the other… and like so, my mind orderly ticks off all my plans for the night, one by one. Hair; ‘Check’, Nails; ‘Check,’ Shoes; ‘Check’, Dress; ‘Check’, Accessories; ‘Check’, Date; ‘Double Check’. Hehe, almost forgot, Cash; ‘Triple Check’

I reach my humble abode, as I walk up the stairs, a smile a deliciously spreads over my face, unknowingly, it seems the normal me that I woke up with suddenly took flight, and left a much needed space for the freaky me to take control of the night and make the world bow down to its mistress.

As the time etches closer, my actions become slower, my heart beat faster and every once in a while it misses a beat. The long awaited hour is only at arm’s length. Keep thinking of how the night could turn out. Hoping, praying, willing the stars to make this night memorable.

I look at my reflection on my mirror; big brown eyes look back at me, pupils dilated. I see my vein pump blood, pulse quickens with each passing moment. I add some finishing touches, added a little more lip-gloss, even though at the back of my mind I know it would be gone by the end of the night. I dab a bit more perfume on my neck. I wouldn’t want to be the smelly chick at the club.

My phone rings, `I’m here’, put on my dancing shoes, tonight I mean business. Check myself over one last time. Ass looks good enough to eat on. And off I go, as I descend down the stairs, I sneak silently a thief on one his haunts, so the matron won’t hear me. Like I would care.  I check my phone,00:15, I smile, because I know the night is as young as a ready virgin, ready to be taken and enjoyed.

Here at last, a dark overcrowded room, music so insanely loud, you could feel your hairs vibrate with the base of the speakers. And like a bulb, my mood switched on. Like a lioness on the haunt, slowly I criss cross around people, my destination the bar and ultimately the dance floor. For a minute I worried whether my date could handle what I had in store for the night, but (excuse my French) phuk it, I threw caution to the wind, he could go hard or he could go home. Freaky me don’t dance with caution, it’s more like I dance with abandon.

After one drink, I’m ready. I move towards the dance floor, with every step, I feel like I’m walking towards a long lost home, and I as the rightful queen ready to take my place at the.

And with that, I never leave; I dance to every song, bump to every beat, shake with every rhythm, my hips move with every lyric. I am a woman possessed, in the best way possible. Here, I feel free, to throw my hands up to the sky in exasperation. As my body moves and shakes with the music, here happiness overwhelms, so much so, that a laugh escapes me without my notice.

Here, I become that provocative girl, who only a fool wouldn’t want to dance with, I ooze of sexuality, as my waist enticingly moves side to side, gyrating like a snake on mesmerized by the tunes of the flute.

I can feel his hot breath on my neck, his shoulders on my back his hands on my waist, trying to steady my movement but at the same time, letting me have my way. He leads I follow, and he follows when I lead. Whether or not he’s keeping up it doesn’t matter, because in the end, the music is what controls me.

And as fast as a star shooting across the sky, the night ebbs it way into day. The hours rush by too soon. The once inky dark sky clears out slowly but surely, letting me know its time to bring the freak in and say goodbye to my precious thrown the dance floor.

As I climb onto my bed, a sigh escapes, and smile creeps over at the edge of my mouth, colorful images of the night flash through my eyes on constant replay, and my ears ring with the distant sounds of  the music. My phone lights up, a text: “it was fun! Ryt?” my smile spreads across my face, if he only knew how much!!! And like that sleep engulfs me.