2018 has been a year like no other. Years are like toddlers significantly different from each other but each brimming with chaotic joy that makes you want to rip your hair out and other times stitching a smile unto your face for a brief moment and then being ripped off again with some unforeseen hijinks.
At the start of 2018, I decided to focus on my craft like seriously focus. Being focused on the most serious aspect of your being is the hardest and most frightening of things that one can endure. You risk losing the warm embrace of relationships that you thought were everything, you risk losing the comfort of a place that has sheltered and nurtured you from the confines of the womb until you have entered into the decaying box that is adulthood. That’s how I started my 2018, the mindset that I hammered into my head like it was a construction site building up the foundation of the man I aim to become. 2018 hasn’t been all gloomy as I’m sure we always stress, we always aim to bring umbrellas when the sun is shining, we bring large bank notes into taxis when we know we have change in our pocket. Too often we linger on the worst characteristics that so often describe our home, our country, our region and our world. In the words of Koffee “we haffi give thanks like we really supposed to, be thankful!”. The happiest moments I have been in 2018 was when I was with individuals that I can truly call friends, those moments even though sparingly have been hooked into my veins with a drug that contains the elixir of life and that is pure uncut happiness.
2018 has been horrible not only to me but people all over and the reality always resets like your wake up alarm. Every day we go crawl and grovel through the rigours of life enduring pain and heartbreak that breaks our hearts and cracks our thinly but powerful souls. I have stopped watching the news in hopes of scouring out the filth that gruesome news entail in order to at least maintain some level of positivity. Bwoyyyyy was I wrong again, social media is the route taxis of bad news you get frequents bad drives. This wrecks your mindset and reveals an anger that makes you hate the world and all who live in it.
2018 in all the happiness, sadness, anger and hopelessness has taught me the everlasting moral of the story which is the game will always be the game. We will always be living in a world filled with continuous conflict and brief bliss. We must try to never forget the short moments of bliss, we must grip those moments as tightly as how we grip our phones while walking through Half-way-tree.
I urge us to be proud of the steps we have made forward in our respective Clarks boots and Bridget slippers, we have someway somehow evolved in our craft and we must keep on evolving, keep on growing and keep on doing the do.
2019 it will be a fu-ked up year but in the words of the Unruly Boss “nuh listen to badmind talk or message weh pagan send cause dem a dream”.
Mhm.
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