The Big Guy Called Life

No, this is not an intellectual post🥲

Play this while you read for a good laugh.

Life is so funny cos you could be going through the worst shit and still have to jump bike.

I’ve learnt a few things this year.

1. I’m gwarinpa’s number two hater.

2. Cheese isn’t as bad as I thought.

3. Always have an atomizer because life happens.

4. Slide if you know what’s better.

5. I need therapy.

Today I had to deal with the second worst news I’ve heard all year (we’re just 23 days in btw). It wasn’t just sad, it was demoralising. I had to pretend I wasn’t affected by it because that’s what adults do- adult stuff. The toughest part was acting like everything was calm and I was unfazed. I was in fact fazed and I became a shadow of myself.

I wanted to walk. Walk and let my thoughts dance with the wind. But I couldn’t. I had to endure a silent ride to pick up a meal that wasn’t even mine. The ghetto.

For the first time in a long time (two weeks), I couldn’t run away from my thoughts so I did the next best thing- jumped bike.

I wanted to go home and to do that I had to jump bike oooo! Imagine going through a lot and pricing the keke man. Oh goodness! Keeping your eyes open so you won’t miss your stop, waiting for the bike man you called 10 minutes ago and having your main character moment beside Next Cash and Carry while admiring the woman driving a matte green Mercedes Benz CLA 45 AMG.

“Madam make we dey go nau”.

Back to reality. I hopped on, cried and let the wind wipe away my tears. I have proof (made a video), lmk if you want to see it.

Anyway, we live to fight another day and if this didn’t happen, how would I have known that jumping bike is therapeutic? (I can’t afford real therapy).

If you’ve come this far, please come again!

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