Memba Ben By Memba Ben, 13th Sep 2017 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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My firsthand account as to why I believe clubs are portals to the spiritual world. You will see some strange shit out there folks so be warned.

The Playground of The Spirits

Most people know clubs as places where a people can go out to socialise, enjoy and let loose but a recent experience led me to believe they are the temple of demons.

As mentioned multiple times, I’ve been clean of any sort of alcohol or narcotic for a year. To celebrate, at my woman’s behest; we went out to a local nightspot.

While we were on the way to the club, I made it clear to her that I wasn’t going to break my streak and after many objections, she finally conceded defeat.

Once we got to the club, we found a nice table close to the dance floor and ordered some drinks to kick the festivities off. The evening went along nice and mellow but I noticed that as the night went along, the missus was becoming more carefree with every cocktail she downed.

Uh oh…

The evening progressed and the missus was showing signs of letting up on the drink. As a matter of fact, she seemed as if she had one too many and was about to nod off to sleep so, in an attempt to avoid suspicion from the bouncers; I suggested we head to the dance floor so that she could get her energy levels back up (as I’ve told you many times, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed).

We ended up on the dance floor and while I was doing my thing (a simple two step), the woman was trying her best to dance all sultry and sexy (well, as best as she could considering she was seriously impaired). I appreciated the effort she was putting in but with her being that drunk, that shit just looked straight ridiculous and I couldn’t help but laugh. Her attempts at dancing like a vixen continued until “her song” came on and she brought out a side of her I never knew existed.

When she heard the lead in to her song (fuckin Juicy J’s Scholarship), I swear to God that something possessed her and she just lost her damn mind and began dancing as ratchet as all hell. I’m talking the shit you’d see at strip clubs or the type of moves a person pulls out in the privacy of their own homes.

The fuck are you doing?!?

I was mortified.

When the DJ transitioned into another song, she immediately came back to her senses, gave me a sheepish grin and suggested we head back to the table like nothing out of the ordinary happened.

After seeing that, I fully believe those mufuckas are the land where malevolent spirits dwell. The clubs are temples, the DJ’s are the high priests, the music acts as the spell to raise the spirits and the liquor are the enchanted items to strengthen the spells.

Consider yourself warned folks. The next time you go clubbing, bring a priest along or get blessings or a prayer from the church to protect you as you never know if you could be the next poor soul to be possessed.


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