Take It as It Comes

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By:Awando Brandon
    photo credit:citizen tv

At some point in life we are always confused and don't know what to do.

 Teenagers  become rebellious or stubborn or idiots... but now you know better,you are older, you understand more about life and you are still exploring what life is really about.

 Yet time is running out and life is only becoming more confusing, soon you need to start fending for yourself and this is where most things become messy. 

If you are not smart enough to discover how the world is running and your guardian never taught  you how it operates, you are probably on drugs and you practice what the community terms as a taboo. 

Most of the things we do are not taboos because the world is changing, but I have a taboo I break on a daily basis and I am okay with myself. Because I try to understand myself,what I want and what's my worth, and if you don't try to discover yourself, this is where peer and social media pressure kicks in.

 If you can't handle it, this is where we loose young creative and energetic youth who would be of importance to the society, by trying to keep up with the posh life without any means of income.

 I am certain each time you see your friends flexing on Instagram while in luxurious places drinking expensive drinks, driving  classy German machines you desire such kind of life. But how can you have that kind of life yet you don't work? worse,you want it now and your family doesn't have kashilingi.

 The next card for wannabe thots is Wababa.Some are lucky to survive,some end up being more messed up,some get social media trolling and even some end up being slained.

 Guys turn to drugs and opt for shortcuts(washwash and the rest) in order to get the cash for appearance with so called IG friends. 

Some of us  are lucky not to fall into the modern world prison but that not to say we are not having our own fair share of struggles, We are human beings and we are prone to mistakes, but what can we do other than discover them and laugh as we live on.

 We just try to be happy because we want to be happy, but in the process try not to loose yourself or worse your soul. If you loose your soul there is nothing  to gain it will be over.

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