LITTLE lost SoUL in WRONGai

If at all you cherish your life as much as I do then you'd probably not want to make your way to Wrongai especially on a Friday night. The alarm that comes with the name is all that is wrong about the place. Maybe I am just a young paranoid male student in his early twenties who is afraid to lose it all cause of the love of a party night down the diaspora.
Its probably around 10 on a hot Saturday morning when i get up at a friend's place. I can feel the surge of pain through my body and especially around my puny test. The sun rays are already striking hard on my face and I can't seem to recollect how or even why I'm there. Staggering out of bed, I bump on a huge mirror on the warddobe door and believe you me the mask of a face that I possess tells it all. The night must have been long!
Having just resumed the semester, my two long time highschool friends decided to attend a denim party that was being held in a club down at the diaspora. Just from the name and the little knowledge I had about the place, I for sure knew that this would be the night of nights with lots of campus girls and loud music crisscrossing my senses intermittently.
As tradition dictated, we had to get ourselves in the mood first before we boarded a matatu down there and which better way to do this but have ourselves drowning deep in whiskey. What we didn't know was that our choice of drink would hunt us down. Down to the ground and maybe, just maybe 6 feet under it.
In the company of another highshool friend( maybe one day I'll give you a story on him), the four of us carried our drunk selves to board a matatu. The matatus headed down that way are well known for their booming music and the one we boarded didn't disappoint. If you've never boarded a matatu drunk then get it from me that its the most satisfying of feelings.
The next thing I knew, we were being ruffled up by policemen probably because we were urinating just by the roadside. Yeah, three grown men unable to get hold of their bladders in a particularly erie night down in Wrongai. Being at least a little sobered up by the arrest I was able to put a price tag on the officer who had me and he let me loose, little did I know that I was freeing myself up for the pack, the pack of wolves. For my friends, the next I heard of them was that they were seen singing joyously to songs of praise and worship as they took an oath of honour before a man of God to never taste the forbidden drink.
Well, as for myself, i went to the club ready for the night of my life. Jumping up and about the dancefloor and pouncing on any lady who was willing to give me a dance, I was surely enjoying myself. What i didn't know was that the time bomb was ticking and sooner rather than later, an explosion was about to wreck me up. 
I was approached by about two boys about a year or two younger than me who wanted to steal a phone that i didn't have.Seconds later, the narrative had changed and a phone that had been lost during the night was being pinned on me. I don't how or even why but I was now the phone thief.
It was now too late to save myself, blows were already flying from left to right on my face. Gideon boots and timberlands were all I could feel stumping on my chest and kicking the blood out of my nose and mouth. To wail or just to take it in as a man is what I didn't know, but one thing was for sure, it had been a dreadful night in WRONGAI!