That ONE Time

Hey guys, been a minute I dropped some of my fiction stories. So yeah I’m back with this brief one. Sit back and Enjoy!.

It was a cold evening after work, Dolapo was hanging out at the bar with his colleagues. The usual hangout spot after work, Dolapo had earlier seen the results of his ACCA which he passed. More reasons to have more drinks!.

A few hours by, on the fifth bottle of Guinness Africa, Dolapo decided to call it quits. Hungry and tired, his pockets could only afford bottles and not the eatables like nkwobi, fish and the rest. My guys, tomorrow we go see, and with that he bade them farewell and drove home.

Getting home was easy, after was just 5 bottles navigation wouldn’t be bad thing, plus it was around 10pm so no traffic. He walked straight to his room, his brother and wife was already home too. Living in his own world, he decide to fix the fastest food man could eat “NOODLES”

Oh shit, he murmured on his way to the kitchen, I haven’t called bae all day. Setting the boiling water pot on fire and adding the noodles, Dolapo hurried to the room again, it was 10:30. I could give it a try even though it’s late he said, laying on the bed.

Was on his third dial when he heard someone scream DOLAPO!. He jumped out straight, only to meet his brother in the kitchen, it was 5am, Noodles had burned and gas in the cylinder exhausted. What happened asked his brother?

Dolapo: