Saturday 09/September/2012
1600 hrs.
Today happens to be the last weekend, just before my birthday. Well, the last weekend before such a big day is by no doubts, a, big weekend. You know, it's probably the last time I'll 'spoil' as a 20 year old, so you see, it's a time worth making memorable. Thinking of it, 20 years ago a weekend like this must have been extra eventful. I can, by virtue of my rather creative imagination, picture the moments inside mommy's womb. I must have been having a party in there, don't you think? Because, I mean, it was my last weekend before popping out, something like, "Damn, I'm gonna miss this place."
So I tend to imagine I must have been kicking and having a time of my life, like literally, in there. Then you also got to have this in mind, in a few days time its going to be the big day, you can imagine its not going to be easy, I mean, how many times does a brother pop out? Once in a lifetime idiot! So, definitely, I wasn't just having a party in there, I was preparing for a huge day. So hell yeah, all I'm trying to say is that, my birthday weekend, will always be a huge weekend in my entire life.
It happens to be precisely 4:00 in the p.m., as per say. I'm staring at my choice of hard liquor in a glass, half empty or half full in regards to you, the reader's judgement. From a distance, the dying smoke of a great fry of herbal inspiration diffuses with finality through my nostrils. For quite along time, constant company has derailed me from a tete a tete with myself, or a talk with the mirror as I happen to classify it. Therefore, this happens to be the perfect time, to reflect down the memory lane of two decades.
Quite intriguing is that, as all this unfolds, a game of football is subconsciously been replayed on the frequency that my TV set is currently broadcasting, which happens to be SS3. The game on broadcast is a replay of Everton vs West Bromwich Albion, which was actually played a fortnight ago, if my memory remains intact. In respect to the bunch of 22 men chasing on a piece of inflated skin up and about the turf, I can't help but drift into comparison of life as a game, to that of soccer.
We all can almost admit, life is more so a game, just like soccer is, with rules and expectations, with penalties and results, and with goals at the end of the day, to be achieved or not, but goals will certainly always be there.
Over the past one year, there is much that is reflected in today's soccer, that is directly translatable to daily life experiences. One rather capturing occurrence happens to intrigue my mind. Everton are trailing 2-0, with less than 20 mins to go. As is expected, West Brom are intent on time wastage as if their survival depends on it, which, maybe does. On this instance, a foul has been committed on an Everton player, and on course of taking the ensuing free-kick, a West Brom player perfects his time-wastage prowess. He defyingly stands less than a metre away from the free-kick spot, eliciting a violent reaction from the opposing player, who bangs the ball at his feet. The result is a summoning from the game's referee, who gives a warning that lasts another almost 30 seconds, then the West Brom player majestically moves away, staring deeply into the Everton player's eyes, with a hidden 'muhahaha' grin written all over his face. By forcing a violent reaction from his opposer, they actually run down close to 3 or so minutes!
It got me thinking, about such characters in real life, who will smudge excrement with their walk, with intent of getting into your nerves and cost a breath of your life smirking about them. Many are times that I often cared about such, giving a fuck, like most of us would wish to coin it, and the result has often been a scourge on oneself. With the years behind me though, one of the greatest things I have come to make part of me though, is failing to care too much about such, because they only want to waste your time, because they either have wasted theirs, or cunningly exhausted the potential of theirs. Avoid time-wasters, party poopers and 'armchair deliquescents', you know, people who will just sit there and complain then later just disappear, into thin air anyway.
Enter the dying embers of the game, and Everton are fighting to save their faces. What is clearly evident now is that every player is now maximising on their specialities. Fast players will try more sprints than before, good kickers attempt shots from unimaginable distances. Its the last fight so everyone has to muscle out his last ounce of energy. Risks are being taken now, the full backs are pulling deeper and deeper into attack here. There's little to lose anyway. Everything seems to be rather at stake. Lethargy becomes a taboo now, and attacks are looking ever desperately amorphous. Probably panic is setting in, but doesn't always do? However, arguably, there's a bigger picture to it. It's barely ten minutes before the fat lady sings, and Everton are attempting to overturn a 2-0 thrashing, which, mind you is very much possible in this game. We have seen it happen in auspicious occasions in the past, like the final game City played last season. Its because in the game, every minute counts, and until you blow your last breath, so is life. I can say, I have learnt, until you have pulled your last ounce, you still got to play it like a real. The last minute may always be more than just a minute, it may be the icing on an entire hour spent, or a day, or a lifetime.
Then, you can hardly talk about the game without giving a mention to the celebrations. It has become so much a part of the game, Cristiano caused a stir just by refusing to. Its all about being happy, because life has given you lemons, and you duped it, beat it at its own game, so a shot of tequila and a pinch of salt to go with it. Its simply being thankful to that inner you who stood by you when even yourself almost gave up. The only way you can thank that inner you, is by taking sometime of to celebrate, whether it means going to the Mosque, or giving back to the community, or even drinking yourself stupid, do it as long as it makes it worthwhile, that's life, and that's how you play the game mate! Struggles have to be capped up with good times. Spoil yourself, eat lavish, drink like a king and make love to the person you love, atleast pay yourself for the hardwork, otherwise, I don't see any other reasons why life is worth.
The last year has been great, I give thanks to God, it's never possible without his will, that I have learnt. Beautiful parents, a wonderful family, and the people I meet every day, pals, and dozens of ass-holes that life throws under your feet. Everyone comes by for a purpose, some make you even thank God more that he didn't create you like them. Evidently, that is why you never judge anyone, because everyone has their purpose to you. I have learnt also that the heart loves, love hard when there is love to be had, but most importantly, love yourself beyond limits, because you come first, and fuck what anyone else may want you to think. Be good to those who are good to you, and a middle finger to all those who make life hard for you. The best faces you'll ever make ain't the ones you do when you cumin, its the grin you wear when you finally tap what has raced your mind and body to sweat, and mind you that is figurative speech, so don't assume it literally. Essentially, what I'm implying is that, until you done with your goals, that's the happiest you'll ever be.
In context of giving love to those that deserve it, well here I go. I promised to do this, so imma do it like a real nigga. Simply, to dedicate this to my one and only twinnie, the angel who I believe watches on me as well as gracing the earth, the beautiful lady who makes my heart gleamer, this one is for you baby, @WykidB , with love.
Time for my appointment with my bartender,
Cheers mates!
* Happens, this year for the 1st time, the theme song for my bday will be a rock song,
we are young - fun.
1600 hrs.
Today happens to be the last weekend, just before my birthday. Well, the last weekend before such a big day is by no doubts, a, big weekend. You know, it's probably the last time I'll 'spoil' as a 20 year old, so you see, it's a time worth making memorable. Thinking of it, 20 years ago a weekend like this must have been extra eventful. I can, by virtue of my rather creative imagination, picture the moments inside mommy's womb. I must have been having a party in there, don't you think? Because, I mean, it was my last weekend before popping out, something like, "Damn, I'm gonna miss this place."
So I tend to imagine I must have been kicking and having a time of my life, like literally, in there. Then you also got to have this in mind, in a few days time its going to be the big day, you can imagine its not going to be easy, I mean, how many times does a brother pop out? Once in a lifetime idiot! So, definitely, I wasn't just having a party in there, I was preparing for a huge day. So hell yeah, all I'm trying to say is that, my birthday weekend, will always be a huge weekend in my entire life.
It happens to be precisely 4:00 in the p.m., as per say. I'm staring at my choice of hard liquor in a glass, half empty or half full in regards to you, the reader's judgement. From a distance, the dying smoke of a great fry of herbal inspiration diffuses with finality through my nostrils. For quite along time, constant company has derailed me from a tete a tete with myself, or a talk with the mirror as I happen to classify it. Therefore, this happens to be the perfect time, to reflect down the memory lane of two decades.
Quite intriguing is that, as all this unfolds, a game of football is subconsciously been replayed on the frequency that my TV set is currently broadcasting, which happens to be SS3. The game on broadcast is a replay of Everton vs West Bromwich Albion, which was actually played a fortnight ago, if my memory remains intact. In respect to the bunch of 22 men chasing on a piece of inflated skin up and about the turf, I can't help but drift into comparison of life as a game, to that of soccer.
We all can almost admit, life is more so a game, just like soccer is, with rules and expectations, with penalties and results, and with goals at the end of the day, to be achieved or not, but goals will certainly always be there.
Over the past one year, there is much that is reflected in today's soccer, that is directly translatable to daily life experiences. One rather capturing occurrence happens to intrigue my mind. Everton are trailing 2-0, with less than 20 mins to go. As is expected, West Brom are intent on time wastage as if their survival depends on it, which, maybe does. On this instance, a foul has been committed on an Everton player, and on course of taking the ensuing free-kick, a West Brom player perfects his time-wastage prowess. He defyingly stands less than a metre away from the free-kick spot, eliciting a violent reaction from the opposing player, who bangs the ball at his feet. The result is a summoning from the game's referee, who gives a warning that lasts another almost 30 seconds, then the West Brom player majestically moves away, staring deeply into the Everton player's eyes, with a hidden 'muhahaha' grin written all over his face. By forcing a violent reaction from his opposer, they actually run down close to 3 or so minutes!
It got me thinking, about such characters in real life, who will smudge excrement with their walk, with intent of getting into your nerves and cost a breath of your life smirking about them. Many are times that I often cared about such, giving a fuck, like most of us would wish to coin it, and the result has often been a scourge on oneself. With the years behind me though, one of the greatest things I have come to make part of me though, is failing to care too much about such, because they only want to waste your time, because they either have wasted theirs, or cunningly exhausted the potential of theirs. Avoid time-wasters, party poopers and 'armchair deliquescents', you know, people who will just sit there and complain then later just disappear, into thin air anyway.
Enter the dying embers of the game, and Everton are fighting to save their faces. What is clearly evident now is that every player is now maximising on their specialities. Fast players will try more sprints than before, good kickers attempt shots from unimaginable distances. Its the last fight so everyone has to muscle out his last ounce of energy. Risks are being taken now, the full backs are pulling deeper and deeper into attack here. There's little to lose anyway. Everything seems to be rather at stake. Lethargy becomes a taboo now, and attacks are looking ever desperately amorphous. Probably panic is setting in, but doesn't always do? However, arguably, there's a bigger picture to it. It's barely ten minutes before the fat lady sings, and Everton are attempting to overturn a 2-0 thrashing, which, mind you is very much possible in this game. We have seen it happen in auspicious occasions in the past, like the final game City played last season. Its because in the game, every minute counts, and until you blow your last breath, so is life. I can say, I have learnt, until you have pulled your last ounce, you still got to play it like a real. The last minute may always be more than just a minute, it may be the icing on an entire hour spent, or a day, or a lifetime. Then, you can hardly talk about the game without giving a mention to the celebrations. It has become so much a part of the game, Cristiano caused a stir just by refusing to. Its all about being happy, because life has given you lemons, and you duped it, beat it at its own game, so a shot of tequila and a pinch of salt to go with it. Its simply being thankful to that inner you who stood by you when even yourself almost gave up. The only way you can thank that inner you, is by taking sometime of to celebrate, whether it means going to the Mosque, or giving back to the community, or even drinking yourself stupid, do it as long as it makes it worthwhile, that's life, and that's how you play the game mate! Struggles have to be capped up with good times. Spoil yourself, eat lavish, drink like a king and make love to the person you love, atleast pay yourself for the hardwork, otherwise, I don't see any other reasons why life is worth.
The last year has been great, I give thanks to God, it's never possible without his will, that I have learnt. Beautiful parents, a wonderful family, and the people I meet every day, pals, and dozens of ass-holes that life throws under your feet. Everyone comes by for a purpose, some make you even thank God more that he didn't create you like them. Evidently, that is why you never judge anyone, because everyone has their purpose to you. I have learnt also that the heart loves, love hard when there is love to be had, but most importantly, love yourself beyond limits, because you come first, and fuck what anyone else may want you to think. Be good to those who are good to you, and a middle finger to all those who make life hard for you. The best faces you'll ever make ain't the ones you do when you cumin, its the grin you wear when you finally tap what has raced your mind and body to sweat, and mind you that is figurative speech, so don't assume it literally. Essentially, what I'm implying is that, until you done with your goals, that's the happiest you'll ever be.
In context of giving love to those that deserve it, well here I go. I promised to do this, so imma do it like a real nigga. Simply, to dedicate this to my one and only twinnie, the angel who I believe watches on me as well as gracing the earth, the beautiful lady who makes my heart gleamer, this one is for you baby, @WykidB , with love.
Time for my appointment with my bartender,
Cheers mates!
* Happens, this year for the 1st time, the theme song for my bday will be a rock song,
we are young - fun.
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