At work today some colleagues and students were talking about how much they love drinking and what drinking games they have played. One student said he started drinking at 8 years old! Vaheguroo.
As I was sitting there in my own little world I just suddenly remembered how Guroo pulled me away.
When I was a mona (used to cut my hair) I went to Kenya for a cousin's wedding party. On one of the pre-wedding parties I was with some cousins from Kenya and they were really trying to get me to drink (I had never drunk in my life). They were really trying to peer pressure me into it and I felt a moment of weakness. I was really tempted to do it. The weather was hot, the music was loud I had family around me who I'd never met before. Then just as I was about to pick up the glass I felt someone pull my arm quite hard. I looked around but couldn't see who it was, it was really packed. Then literally 5 seconds after the fire alarm went off.
If that wasn't Guroo saving me I don't know what is.
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