Consider this more of a grand reply. Now a while ago a descriptive read written so well with a great command in language so happened to thrill me. It supposedly told a story I’d never thought both a second and third party would have such a good grasp on hence it’s little creepy nature, but the words investigative journalism should hold my balls right in place. You see this got me thinking that shouting revolutionary words and trying to justify delusion isn’t the only way to inspire, that life isn’t important except on the impact it has on others lives. Its always a pleasure being on the receiving end of a life that started so little with a grim picture of the future stand up and shout admirations and look up to an equally struggling soul for mentorship. How humbling could it ever get. Well about the final defeat on the Last paper, I didn’t CRY that there was the biggest lie (I had allergies) but here’s the thing. For as long as you strive or dare to be great there’s always a fifty fifty probability of at times winning (if it so happens then more power to you) or coming short. You can always make it worthwhile by relishing a good fight a contrast to the cold timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. I’ve often loved being an introvert, keeping to myself . it’s a pact with my inner being to keep my cool and watch the world but a word or two shouldn’t drain my wisdom basket. I treat no one differently and if at all I have to judge then it’ll be by ones content of character work ethics and principles they live by. And girl if at all youre in for a little adventure then hold someones hand, lift that dying soul, that crying baby take uji with that kid who thinks less of him or herself and just say hi to that person that feels short of your recognition and in good faith go your way. The good ones will never forget and I’ve so learnt that changing the world after all shouldn’t solely rely on the tools of power and that today is the only day in all the days that’ll ever be, but what will happen in all the days that’ll ever come can depend on what you do today. Now I’ve gotten fond of ordinary, its the closest to the word ‘real’ that is slowly creeping out of the picture like the God given dignity of every human. You mentioned the likelihood of a slayqueen jamming my doors at some point in life, well it’s definitely way to early to brush that away given my unawareness of the toll life might take. But for now I’m down with an ordinary one as they come. I’d equate her a little much to you but better (haha). Walk down a lane and you just might bump on her in an exclusively appealing white jeans and a T-shirt with a ‘sacarsm’ printout, with an incredibly weary smile directed to a fly or anyone lucky enough to crumble on it. You should meet her sometime and see if y’all don’t lighten up like sconge. Enough said,please do have a good one and live long to see such days and long enough to even give my eulogy that is if death itself wouldn’t have died yet. I hope it’ll be persuasive to the deity when the rod is called up yonder.
Bando kaboo 