Baba Jay, who just moved to Lagos from Ibadan, walks into a bar and orders three Bottles of Star. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells Baba Jay, “You know, a bottle goes flat after you open it. It would taste better if you opened one at a time.”
Baba Jay replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Benue, the other is in Abuja. When we all left Ibadan, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
Baba Jay becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three bottles and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two bottles. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”
Baba Jay looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.
“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains, “It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.”
“Hasn’t affected my brothers though.”
Lol. What an excuse.