There comes a
time when even the minutest things manage to gather enough force to command an
effect. Yeah, that sounds like a famous quote or something. Well, I’m famous so
there you go. Ladies and gentlemen, I tried. I tried to forget that this blog
actually existed. I tried covering everything. I built a very high fortification
around my life so that I would never get to see the overgrown weeds. I think I
did it well. The only problem is that whenever I went sightseeing other
people’s shambas, they remind me of mine. And of course there are some rudiments
like Tasha who keep reminding me of my failed obligations.
Well, here I am.
I folded my sleeves and took up the role of the absent farmer/father/writer for
this blog. I stopped caring of what could become of it. It is crazy. I can only
look back and reminisce the good times, like the old folks to the youthful
days. I used to have that slow afternoon when I could take an hour to write
something. There are no more. I could sneak in a blog-time on a weekend amidst
the tight schedule of movies and sleeping. Well, these days I do more movies
and more sleep instead. If you are not able to distinguish between a hobby and
a chore, here it is. You do not break a sweat doing a hobby. Writing is no
hobby for me. One of the underlying reasons for starting this blog is to kinda
graduate into a big wig and get laid frequently and effortlessly in the
process. I am glad to pronounce that this shit bag has not helped me achieve
any of the above. I am still hopeful. So I am not going to quit on this. It is
ideally the closest route to stardom for me.
While I was away
I went bald and the remaining hair turned grey. That’s my way of saying that I have
not had anything interesting to write about. Yeah, now you can turn over and
watch that paint dry. The population of cockroaches increased in my house though.
I wonder what those buggers eat. There hardly food in my house. There just
there, walking around as if they pay the rent. I wonder whether they talk about
me. I guess it is boredom that made one of them to enter my office bag and
decide to come out once I reached the office. That bitch did not see it coming.
It did not manage to see the light of the day for a second. Nobody saw it
either. I think I can make a very good assassin. I wish the ones back at home
got the message. Who needs doom when I’m around? I kill whoever fucks with me, just
like the praying matis (mantisi, worrap mesh!!).That’s all.
Come to think of
it, long long ago. When the wheel had not been invented, when people used to
walk around naked without discomfort (I guess you get what I mean), some guy
who used to live at our place used to call me Cockroach. Really? Of all the
words. Since it was a long time ago, I can’t even remember his name or face. I could
really want to know why he called me that. I guess he got a kick out of it
since it used to piss me off. I hope somebody I calling him a hyena or warthog.
Well, the paint
has dried. I hope to come back sooner than this. Class dismissed.
Boom box
playlist:
Hope – Twista ft Faith Evans.
R.I.P – Rita Ora
