Something always goes wrong

It was supposed to be a pleasant enough day.

We would eat semovita and bitter leaf soup garnished with goat meat, stockfish, and dried fish drink, and usher in the new year with screams of joy and a display of fireworks.

I had planned out how the day would go to a tee. 

Nothing was supposed to go wrong. 

All the fights, tension, heat, and negativity around the house wouldn't make it into the new year.

Had I known that the day would end in such a mess, I wouldn't have let Uncle Ugobueze drink so much. 

I would have kept the bottle of Johnny Walker's black label whiskey that was on the dining table, away from him and his wandering hands.

I had planned to do that but somehow, it managed to skip my mind.

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Dusk had begun to set in, the last faltering rays of the sun casting the sky in a dim orange and red color.