It was the first night with the boys ever since curfew time was extended from 7:00pm to 10:00pm and we were ready to get wasted. The year had started out with me having two sold-out concerts in the USA so being back in Africa amidst this pandemic was a blessing in disguise for friends that I hadn’t seen in a while since the celebrity lifestyle took over.
All I had to do was pick up some of the best alcoholic drinks, head over to the rented house for the link-up and get the party started.
“2 bottles of Jack Daniel and 1 crazy cock should do just fine”, I said to myself as I drove away from the supermarket and followed GPS to the destination of the party.
The house which turned out to be a mansion as I drove closer was located in a widely secluded area though had tight security. I had to go through 3 stops before finally reaching a mahogany gate. The GPS said I had reached my destination and I could hear was some faint music in the background. I got out of my car, looked around, and proceeded to ring the bell when a familiar voice called out my name. I turned around and saw a 6ft male figure walk towards me and instantly recognized the person.
“Big-boned bobby… what’s good man? It’s been ages”, I said clearly excited to see my best friend from kindergarten. I nicknamed him Big-boned in primary because he always had meat with big bones for lunch something; I regretted when adolescence kicked in but the name had already stuck. Fortunately, he was too wealthy to care.
“If it isn’t Uganda’s greatest Deejay/singer of all time. Glad you’re still alive and congratulations on the sold-out shows. come inside”, He said.
“That’s what she said” I replied. And he signaled to the video monitor that I hadn’t noticed before. The gate suddenly opened and I drove inside with him in the front seat in a deep conversation. Just as I was getting out of the car, two men grabbed me from behind, took me inside the house and pinned my chest on the table.
“Say your last words mister”, one hoarse voice said.
“Your soul is ours now” another voice added.
I was surrounded by ably built men and I had no choice but to say it.
“I brought Jack Daniels and Coco”
I was immediately released and hugged; booze was always the passcode when you were held down by twins. They were successful heavy weight champions; no amount of copying Bruce lee movies could match their strength and tactics.
The evening went well for about 2 hours as I tried to catch up with what everyone had been up to during the quarantine, won some play station games until one of the guys got an anonymous call and put it on speaker.
There was a lady with a seductive voice on the other end that offered more free drinks and lots of ladies. I was still sober so I offered to drive the others in a vintage van to the new destination. We were 6 bachelors and one married man.
“monsieur celebrite.” A bosomy woman with a somewhat forced French accent came to greet us immediately we got out of the van and ushered us towards a well lit outdoor garden.
A woman with a petit figure walked over to introduce herself as soon as we walked into the garden and gave us a short tour of the property.
She pulled me aside and showed me a backstage selfie with her and begged me to perform while she seductively danced around me the entire time. After 3 songs I made simple remarks about the party and walked over to the bar where this lady handed me a glass of fresh juice, little did I know that it was laced.
I felt hazy and she immediately offered a room but before I could give her a reply, one of my friends walked over to show me something on his phone. My latest single had just topped charts on a local station. The last words I remember saying were, “take me to a hospital” now before falling down unconscious.
I was never a heavy drinker and traveling required you to be as healthy as a horse if you wanted to stay sane throughout all the hustle and bustle of being a celebrity.
I woke up the next morning in a clinic with my friends playing poker on the floor.
My head pounded so hard like an ambulance trying to get way on a busy street.
“Yo what happened to me?”, I asked half consciously.
As Bonny recounted everything from how the doctors had found a lethal dosage of some sort of sleeping drug in my system and I would be in the other life if it wasn’t for my healthy body, I sat back in disbelief.
The woman who laced my drink was identified and arrested by the end of the week as well as charged. She claimed it was all a dare and was sentenced to 1 year in prison. All the other women at the party suddenly disappeared, deleted their numbers, and erased almost every online activity.
In the end, my friends and I were the ones that got blue ticked.