PARTY MAMAZ

I couldn’t believe it. Three PM in the night. We were having a party , at a neighbours house, loud music and all. A neighbour runs in and tells Lucy “Please run back home, your daughter is crying.” Lucy dropped her beer bottle screaming an “Oh, my baby…my sweet baby!” and rushed out.

We continued dancing and the drinkers smashed themselves. Next thing I see is Lucy with her five years old daughter on her back DANCING IN THE CENTRE OF THE FLOOR, TWISTING HER NECK IN HER SILLY IMITATION OF ROCK RECKLESNESS.

What? “Si you take the kid back to bed?” I approached her. “ She is not sleepy.” She replied. “I think this is not the place for her” I said, my ears now finding the music rather too loud, and my eyes catching a glimpse of drunk guys and semi-drunk ladies grinding their groins together as if milling flour. “She is Ok, she is used to this,” Lucy said, not blinking.

It nauseated me. I left the place and went back home , but couldn’t sleep. Lucy wants to live on the fast life, yet is a single mother living alone with her daughter. She often leaves the daughter alone in the house to go out drinking and clubbing, sometimes for days on end until the daughter seeks refuge either at the neighbours or screaming her head off. Other times her mum takes her along.“She has everything in the fridge, so she doesn’t lack food. The house is safe, no one can attack her. I give her money to enjoy herself afterwards,” Lucy fends off all attempts to make her see sense.

Its not always physical, I think, it is more of respecting the mental levels of the child. It’s a free world, but really, can you accuse a whole neighbourhood of being nosey when trying to talk Lucy out of her hedonist nature?