A Dance Of Illusion.

spoiler alert, just a lazy trip down  those crazy dance moves we all have in our heads, on the bus seat, in public spaces, or when listening to a banger as we walk down the streets. But this makes us all dancers, at least in different dimensions. Let's talk about it for a minute.

Even the stiffest or as they say, with both feet being left(Miguu zote za left), hahaha or two left feet, either way, potatoes-potetoes, semantics. That unique free space we all enjoy in our minds leting us express our most profound crazy shit in all forms we wish confidently, and argue in real life what a talent we possess. The "I can dance" always claim to be shy in public and never admit that they can  barely move a joint in a rythimatic pace .The types that are ever clapping and shouting singing along to their own lyrics make you wonder,

so they already did a rimix or re-fix,  watching them complement with imaginary Mj thriller moves in their heads that comes out as robot moves, making you wish that it could be possible for the spirit to exit the body in full owner awareness, chill at a distant spot and observe what the self is doing. Crazy!

We are all dancers. Let no one down your spirit.

What happens in reality if we live and adopt that top-performer illusion lifestyle? We get full-filled for the moment when nothing is happening really in real life, much worse causing harm to ourselves than we can never believe when told for in our minds its objective, we are living life, facing our shit like john Cena,  becoming  hard to be taught and lead,YOLO being the vibe. We are all mortals, so they say, and on a daily journey to where gods from, an ultimate goal of living,I think. We all want to travel with the best life lived, memories and moments. This and many more, are termed fictional realities or musterbation in life. The moments that give you what you want but in disguise.

Some nights when you don't feel like going back to your crib early, and you want to hang out with a buddy over healthy stories till late at night; once at home, you just hit the bed straight away. The good thing with having a clique, buddies, you hang around with a vibe, not necessarily to stories "za jaba", by the way, I think there should be some special award or something for these guys' crazy storytelling techniques and their level of confidence in which they are convinced with their stories and to top it up, that energy they put into convincing others, extraordinary imaginative minds. That's a story for another day anyway.

So this evening, just chilling with the boys over a hot cup of black tea and some nuts, then what! It's my first time seeing a drunk mute, like man, laughing so hard they could even notice, but, well, He'll be quiet about it, I suppose none of us understand sign language so all we can see is some Eminem rap hand swings, his language unless for a middle finger or a first to my face.

On a serious note, do you think there's a safe life or a way out of this kind of life, man, drugs, Booze?

listen, the script is the same; you are not Jesus. People are dumb and ignorant, claiming they are just leaving for the moment. But it never ends well. Look around—no need for schooling for that. Just look around you.

Easy man, that was personal.

Rugby is one fantastic game, full of energy and pure physical raw masculine energy, that warrior physique. The crowd, beautifully amazing souls, damn, the ladies are much more enjoyable to look at, the black trousers. Gosh! Yes, with men with big nyash, Hahaha.A sport colored with stereotypes about messed up lifestyle, chaos, high on drugs, alcohol, and all forms of abuse.

                  

  I'm primarily on the sidelines stands, and I can say that if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and swims like a duck, then it's a duck. I've seen young people openly abusing, yes, weed is legal, but to some extent, it becomes abuse. I don't know about alcohol or vaping. But it is always devastating to see a young excellent, looking youth thinking is shouting, "See, I respect me, am living life" by holding Booze or smoking in broad daylight in public. In the presence of even young kids, logically, you don't need an explanation why it's wrong so to your moral standard or social convictions; I don't need to convince you that it is wrong. It is a bad period.

"I don't know why but it just makes me feel cool and relaxed and out of this world. It helps me get away from my miserable self, this crazy life and for a moment be high up in the clouds. We all mortals, you see, I see you do crazy stunts on your bike, you know you can die from that, I just get chocked by saliva and die."

I'm sure you are familiar with this vibe from the paratrooper of YOLO, topped up with something that must kill a man. Do you want to try a puff? Hahaa, slap that shot out of them.

It always sounds convincing? Of course, nope. It works for them, imagine.Of mortal beings, why then not choose an easier way out, something like drowning yourself in a septic tank,I'm kidding.

It's all an illusion dance. We have it all figured out; that's what they echo loud in their empty, I would say heads. And a "reasonable" call for more and more every single weekend, that eventually turns in to weekdays, and nights and every minute. Read a crazy tweet about this campus guy that got into drinking with some buddies that they could now even drink for the slightest of reason, class bounce, let's party, the lecturer left early, let's drink, we submitted the assignment in time lest drink. YOLO. You know it's easy to drive or even cycle high on alcohol like the energy is always crazy. Still, the clarity and details are what you miss: the bumps, signage, potholes, barriers, or even just a simple cycling mate or driver in that cycling lane.

Such details are what define our being, not energy. Those bumps, potholes, and barriers are our families, colleagues, and ourselves, the line that separates us from danger, the barriers that protect us from messing, but we miss the clarity and act as if we are high in the clouds in spirit yet the body on solid obsidian rocks that when you mess just a little, everything crumbles. Sometimes you wish you could understand what goes on inside an addict's mind when they see a fellow being drugged out of the trench, just a body with no spirit after being swept by food, others hit by a car, another turn blind, you suppose they believe in a sealed fate ,so none be business of theirs.

When you are under the table, you can only see the dirt and feet below, when you get a chance to stand on the table, then you get to see the whole room, when you get to stand on the roof you then can see the yard, and when on a higher cliff you get to see the land. Information can take you to a cliff or the highest mountain and get to see the whole land.As a woman, do you ever think of your virginal health about these drugs, sanity and clarity of mind in a world of tremendous vulnerabilities.I don't know about your empowerment. As a figure of continuity of generations, as. Mother, what kind of kids will you bring your general health and mental to this space?

As a man, your responsibilities, thinking, and decision-making. As a man, you need to lead. What kind of leadership is it when you are being drugged out of trenches, drinking holes, shitting your clothes. Just disgusting. We are constantly asked to emphasize with them, what they go through, not to see them as cowards or worthless beings, but my question is, is there a specific gene? It all starts from a point, and at a starting point, you can see at least 5% of your path. You can't miss seeing it, so it's a decision and never because a, b, c, b, etc., endless excuses to justify their drinking and abuse. Some roads are best traveled alone, but it's only the damages to those affected for being in relation with them that they try hard not to let anyone fall into that trench, protecting themselves from their loved ones. A friend once told me that; if you want to quit smoking, smoke till your heart wants no more, drink till your liver wants no more.

Where I come from, as I always say, we can tell the Nile's depth by observing the flow's nature. You are not from the heavens; the script is the same on some roads. Every day a new, more fantastic drug emerges, it's business, and no one cares about your health. Take care of yourself.

It's never too late to save one kidney if you haven't wrecked them all. Sometimes if you want to see how fast the cars are moving, you don't always have to be behind the wheels and read the speedometer, stand by the roadside and observe, learn from others and save your poor self before it's too late, the sensual satisfaction from the abuse it's never working, it's nothing real and should be justified by any means. When it comes to health, there are some absolute absolutes. Irreducible minimums. No ifs, buts, or maybes. Think of that life, the effect on your health, and make a decision It's all about you and has to be genuinely straight from you after a good meeting with your inner self.

There are millions of self-help groups ready to help you transform your lives, or even to give you more oh how crazy things are from the stories, you can join to be aware of what to anticipate in the future, but I suggest joining to transform your life and drink water or drinks with good names, responsibly that help you think more about life creatively to bring more help. I recommend Kenya's online recovery group on Facebook and @NaCADA.

 I love you, I just don't like your lifestyle,I love you I just don't like talking to you.