Pooo ooooooo

It was suppose to be just girls thing so I was surprise to see Tommy and his group around but since it was a house party, I understood that there was no way Nnedimma would have stopped him from attending the bash after all he is her younger brother. The fact that majority of us knew him enabled us to feel free with him but for his guys; OMG! they were pests but somehow, we controlled the air and the party jammed. However, guys would always be guys and as the party progressed, it hammered on us that allowing these rugged rats to party with us wasn't a bad idea because they rocked and whined almost all the babes.

What makes a great sauce is the flavor and Tommy added pure flavor to the party, his dancing skill was hot and almost all of us wanted to feel his move. The way he whined his thing and and wow! he had this fabulous style where he placed both hands on his waist and pushed forward then when it was Chika's turn to rock with him and Kevin Litttle's Turn me on was jamming; gush! she bowed him but Nnedimma and Arinze actually got all heads rolling at the other end. As the dancing got too hot and everyone was exceptionally in high tempo, I grabbed something I loved so much and blew myself to calvary.

If you want to have fun, go out and hit the turner because it's just one life and as of that day, I was all out raw because I have never had that kind of fun in a while and just like they say, fun becomes funky if you are not the only one having it. When the tempo got higher, some of us started screaming as the DJ displayed her joky swag then something hit me and I want like wow! Is this real? What a freaky rumba dub master thouh art.

I had missed my thing for a very long time so i grabbed it as if it was my last day on planet Earth and each buzz came with a different feeling, it was as if I took a time out from the bash because I smoked and smoked and smoked and fought to keep the pipe under my sole control. When you become balanced while taking in, you simply take a break but the more I piped the sweeter my entire body became. In fact all the parts of my body started giving me different signals and at a point, my eyes lost communication with my head and all I wanted was a freaky touch.

What I did when I sensed that the blastering sound echoing from the speakers were hitting direct at me was to take an exit so i entered inside the bar at the other end of the house and there I was uninterrupted buzzing myself, each smoke I popped was thicker than the previous and I saw myself racing the smokes then all of a sudden, I felt a heavy touch on my head and the next thing was a thundering sound but this time, it wasn't from the speaker, it wasn't even a regular sound because it was so loud that I couldn't help but bowed my head.

The sound blasted again and this time, I was able to figure out the kind of instrument that gives such sound; Pooo! Gadenm!!! that's the sound of a trumpet but as I tried to process where it was emanating from, it sounded again Poo ooooooo!!! I ended up swallowing a part of the smoke which I was about to pop out because I was shaked then I got knocked out and gush! what the freaky hell is this?

For all I know, i was totally freaked out with what I saw, some attributed it to high dose of shisha but I alone knew what happened to me because I saw almost everyone I knew including my father and almost all my friends, infact I saw all the people in the party including Tommy and his gang. Each and everyone of us was in pain, I mean very serious pain and nothing can be compared to the amount of heat emanating from the bottom chamber and there were three tall ugly hills engulfed with heavy flame.

We were walking in groups and none of us could avoid falling from the top then I saw myself in the middle of the second hill, Nnedimma was in front of me and I saw her fell deep down and the flame swallowed her, I saw my father fell and was swallowed by a heavier flame. Infact everyone of us was destined to make it to the edge of the hill then fall, the fall was a fall of no return then I saw him, i mean the devil himself, he has twenty one different faces and his eyes were black, he is not dark in complexion and he has no horn, I can't describe how he look but he was different from the image in the prints.

I was so sacred and I saw myself crying because from all indication that was hell fire and for all i know, I wasn't going to make heaven and none of my friend would, my father would not as well. Then as I got to the edge of the hill, it downed on me that I was going to fall into the bottomless pit then I heard a voice say; Nkemdilim where will you be when the trumpet sound? I turned around but didn't see who it was then what happened next was beyond mortal understanding.

I didn't know exactly how I got there but I was told that I have been there for nine days, the only thing I remembered very well was leaving the main house for the bar side, I actually took the water pipe to blow up my brain because what we had in the jaw wasn't ordinary tobacco rather cocktail. Cocktail is a mixture of skunk, tobacco and ecstacy blended together, it stimulates the veins and makes one to go iration and I was addicted to it but that day in Nnedimma's birthday bash was my last day of smoking because just like Paul in the Bible, I was totally arrested by Yaweh.

Nine days in coma was what I got myself into but while everyone was worried that I will not bounce back because I was pronounced brain dead, Jehova had a different plan and was actually working on me so when I realized where I was and recollected everything that happened and most importantly my journey to hell and back, I asked myself the same question that voice asked me; NKEMDILIM WHERE WILL YOU BE WHEN THE TRUMPET SOUND? Will I be smoking shisha, cocktail or marijuana, will i be partying and dancing crazy? Where the hell will I be when the trumpet sound and will I even make heaven?

If you are reading this, believe me hell is real and alot of people are bond by the choices they make and the kind of life they live to fall into the bottomless pit so ask yourself this question; where will I be when the trumpet sound? Take stock of your life and stop wasting your life in the name of living high or partying, smoking and drinking, womanising, fornicating and hating one another because all of them leads to self destruction and are the gateway to hell. Give your life to Jesus and lead by example.

If I can change then you can too.

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