“Not again … “the black, burnt and overworked Liver sighs to the Pancreas.
“Besides, I’ve not even cleared the other toxic I got yesterday and now this? You know what I will down my tools for six hours,” it concluded nonchalantly.
For the fifth day in a row, Mzee has been subjecting his organs to untold torture. He was ever high.
THREE HOURS LATER:
Mzee is getting the brunt of the strike. Bloated Stomach, pent up Kidney, nausea, dizziness, headache, imbalance .The once happy hour is now no more. The toxic level is rising. His Eyes are dreading the sight of the content on the table…more liquor for disposal, more to be drowned.
He’s got the will to drink some more but his Hands shake; they are pale and weak. His Mouth is extremely bitter and sore. No mechanism in place to reverse the not so sweet taste. His Brain was feverish, the eyes crossed and ached, Feet too weak, his hands hanged limply on his side, Heart and Lungs struggled to keep going.
SIX HOURS LATER:
Little movement. Mzee feels this is the end. The end of his short rugged high life. Nothing was coming in or going out. The euphoria he got from his faithful beer is now a distant dream. Same goes for the ecstasy .The state of his crumbling body surpasses his love and passion.
“ALCOHOL?? NEVER AGAIN”.
“Okay guys I think he has learnt his lesson,” the liver shouts.
“Back to work peeps.”
“Besides, I’ve not even cleared the other toxic I got yesterday and now this? You know what I will down my tools for six hours,” it concluded nonchalantly.
For the fifth day in a row, Mzee has been subjecting his organs to untold torture. He was ever high.
THREE HOURS LATER:
Mzee is getting the brunt of the strike. Bloated Stomach, pent up Kidney, nausea, dizziness, headache, imbalance .The once happy hour is now no more. The toxic level is rising. His Eyes are dreading the sight of the content on the table…more liquor for disposal, more to be drowned.
He’s got the will to drink some more but his Hands shake; they are pale and weak. His Mouth is extremely bitter and sore. No mechanism in place to reverse the not so sweet taste. His Brain was feverish, the eyes crossed and ached, Feet too weak, his hands hanged limply on his side, Heart and Lungs struggled to keep going.
SIX HOURS LATER:
Little movement. Mzee feels this is the end. The end of his short rugged high life. Nothing was coming in or going out. The euphoria he got from his faithful beer is now a distant dream. Same goes for the ecstasy .The state of his crumbling body surpasses his love and passion.
“ALCOHOL?? NEVER AGAIN”.
“Okay guys I think he has learnt his lesson,” the liver shouts.
“Back to work peeps.”
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