I have just remembered a story that a college roommate called Rashid told me about his first drinking experience. It was back when he was a teenager and it was during the village circumcision season.
On the run up to the actual day that the circumcision ceremony would take place, the villagers had prepared traditional alcoholic brew from millet and stored it in a small round hut. Feeling adventurous, Rashid and one of his cousins decided to sample the brew and so they discretely made their way into the hut when no one was looking. Once inside they sat down on the floor and hurriedly gulped down the liquor while looking out through the door to ensure that no one was coming.
After they imagined that they had had enough of the not-so-nice tasting beverage, they decided to leave the small hut. However, they encountered a problem as soon as they got on their feet. The circular interior of the small hut seemed to be spinning! But what made it so complicated was that the door was going round and round and each time they attempted to walk towards it, it would shift from where they had last seen it.
After a drunken consultation, they came up with a plan: they would stand at one spot and then wait for the door to come round. As soon as the door was straight ahead, they would make a mad dash through it and would then find themselves outside. And so they waited and would excitedly tell each other to jump each time the door came around. Unfortunately the timing was rather awkward and after missing the door and hitting the wall several times, they knocked themselves unconscious. When they came to, someone had mercifully removed them from the small round hut, and put them on the same bed where they had both thrown up all over each other.
And that was the beginning of Rashid’s drinking adventures.