The want-away: Rush into Destruction

'You rush into destruction / 'Cuz you don't have nothing left'

I have a few issues with human nature, but the greatest of it all is that, it is human nature! not much to do about it. From brothers to friends, to whatever. Human nature. From forgiveness to understanding to cussin'! The conversations I had with myself in J-burg shoulda been enough, but the curse stills tands, to have it all, lose it all, then go on a self discovery, a journey into the unknown, and come out stronger or devastated depending on personal choices.

Take for instance on arrival in Nairobi; 4.30 morning, he came to pick me, yes....asked where I had been all this while...course I lied. But he could not take me home. Didn't trust me, 'common thug' he called me! was that 's'possed to be my own blood and flesh? so there I am dumped on Ngong rd to find my way out. But where? See, I just came back bro', where do I go to? no friends, no enemies...no one. Nada!

Ha! to laugh, and to live, No one just knows how therapeutic more than me. so, there I am standing, and laughing after being dropped off coz he getting late for work, and thinking...with no cash, to go back to town....walk, or just stand there and pray? well, me decide to go to an old acquittance, and ja, she welcome me. But deep down, strictly coz she be christian, else she wouldn't. Then am making calculations but not much, to go home....what will Momma think? go stress her already stressed head thinkin' of what the prodigal son will turn out, or to hit my dictates on the rough streets? Them that know say life's full of choices, and personal dearie.

I am going to Kampala, to start it out, finish the journey on discovery and just start out a new chapter of my life, but how to reach there is the issue. I am not monied. My cards, all gone! just me and a bloody passport. I know times get hard, but if I did the worst, while at it, why not. I stretch my patience.

She drop me in town, this cute friend of mine, and guess what, everything's changed. Bloody changed. I don't know where I am, yet this is the same city I ruled with an iron fist! I don't want stressing her asking her where to start, so she drops me off, and yes, for the second time in less than an hour am just being dropped off like Luggage. Na hard feelings, am luggage, extra baggage they call it. and I understand. Now, during the good days, me used to hop onto a plane and catch it to Kampala, well, even Kisumu was by plane. I am standing there and am thinking, I do not even know where road buses to Uganda are to be found! But I can ask! and that my fellow breathren, begins my wandering in alien alleys I thought I knew. And it is just day one in Kenay!