EN ROUTE XXV!

 Good day to everyone around the world who comes across these few words of mine although we are collectively not living in the best of times. It's been a tough period for each of us thanks to the novel coronavirus. Educating you about the virus isn't the motivation behind this write as there are enough journals out there that are already doing a fantastic job in enlightening us all. 

Back to me, I usually immerse myself into the routine. I catch up to work, I pace around Sianhoville. I read books, listen to good music, active sex life and watch necessary movies. I have friends of intelligence and feeling with whom I pop bottles within downtown bars after which I thunder back up-town on a motorbike or seldomly, on foot. It seems possible to believe my life isn't going so badly after all. True, there are cavities, major ones and perhaps even alarming ones. But I also have a good deal of freedom and freedom is great and something to be cherished! Undoubtedly the most inner-digging type of write I've had to work on since I realized this writing stuff as a thing. A complete putz I would self-describe myself if it ever was read from my ink that life is/has been easy, not at all but rather a complete whirligig bitch of a thing to experience but regardless life is to be loved from the way I see it!

     This whole thing of not doing more talking than listening in all sincerity seemed to be textbook bullshit where you just basically read for the fun of it or in some weird times, feeling powerful because knowledge gives you that, Hallelujah! Back to the premise of it; an extroverted type by creation, there was always the likelihood of initiating conversations and subsequently playing the 'Tsikata-Bawumiah' role in the conversation singlehandedly, Wow! what a great verbaliser I am. Anyways, there have been enough problems in the last few years, enough to make me realize these are issues that could've easily been avoided by just the simple act of shutting my mouth and doing more hearing and hey! I now very much think it's not just textbook bullshit but a real-life major key alert, touché.

The greatest err of my young life would be thinking I would always be helped in times of trouble and I can always look to people for help since they can, after all, look to me in perilous moments when it is within my power to provide solutions! It's the type of thinking which gets you into troubles, an awful lot of wonky situations, some of which you shall read about in another write. Thankfully, I've moved on from such a pattern of thought to something of a rather more helpful result: you're the only one truly capable of helping yourself in times of trouble. Hmm, some lessons we learn in life!

    And here's something to laugh over but this is as imperative as anything you would read here. You know, I used to be one of the exceptional gamers(Fifa) where I come from and oh well, I still maybe but I realized whenever I was out to test myself against guys from different places or parts of the country, seldom do I come out with a smiley face! This taught me there's always a bigger world out there outside our comfort zones!

    Now, a single catalyst I most certainly owe my writing career to is my Dad. His mind was one of those vigorous, lucid, multi-chambered and zippily efficient organs that appear in the species as if by divine will commissioned to run things. It was impossible to have been fathered by the man and not have his clear firm voice in your head, glossing your own and inciting you to excellence. Hopefully, I tried. And if you're asking yourself 'How he did it', looking back at it now, it's a pretty simple modus-operandi; I ought to write an essay about the day's event because seldom is he home during the day as he was to a very large extent a busy man. Now as to whether that was his way of keeping up with what 'Kwame'(a household name given to Saturday borns in the Akan society) as he always called me had been up to during the day or because he saw a gift in me at a young age which I hadn't known at the time is something I guess I would never know!

   Please read this passage carefully with as much uninterrupted attention as possible. Doing good isn't always right! Beseechingly, I would like you to read that one more time. I am a creature who loves life and all the good thing it comes with. I've always been a proponent of the good life, you know how we sometimes call it the 'Fast Life' until I began having some serious problems in the latter stages of the past two years. Doing good feels right and feeling right is good for our mental health but there lies the danger. I'm almost 25 or I am as at the time of your reading, because, this article would have been released on the eve of my birthday and during my short time here on earth, I've realized doing good isn't always helpful as far as moving forward in life is concerned. So please, before you lend that money to a friend the next time or sign that signature of a guarantor or whatever favour you may be doing for a friend, relative or acquaintance, you owe yourself the question 'Is this helpful to my progress as a person?'

And oh! happy birthday to me in advance. What a time to be alive and from me to you, an ugly kiss to your beautiful foreheads!!