KENYAN AND CRAZY

Friday night and we are hanging out at the local. All hands on deck tonight as the youthful class come out to play and make merry as we always do. I am surrounded by guys in their late 20s and early 30s plus a few people outside of this age bracket trying to fit in. The girls are ageless here with some looking like they were in a dormitory a short while ago and just got picked up by their sponsors or older boyfriends for the night, or the weekend. This is supposed to be progress, the generation that my father came from came out at night to get away from the wife and annoying kids who really didn't want him in the house. Strange isn't it, not being wanted in the house you pay for by the people who you feed. It's a fact of life that is hard to explain but still they came out at night. However, in this day and age, guys do this not to hang out not to get away from the family but because their houses are empty. I am in my late twenties but thinking back I don't think I hav

Like a large portion of society I feel weird in funerals, I feel especially lost in a funeral of a close member of the family. You look to your left and see your mother crying and to your right your father looking indifferent. Aunts beside themselves with grief and neighbors you have never seen before screaming for God to help them, what is going on here. The scene doesn't really do much for me except sculpt my face into an emotionless form. With the lack of emotion comes deep thought, thoughts that make you drift far away from this place that flows with tears and keeps you in a constant day dream. The question I ask is, since I am already dead and cannot take my self to the grave , who will carry me? As a child your parents carried you around, dad drove the car while mum sat in the passenger seat chatting everyone up. Growing up you took yourself to places that you wanted to go but at the end someone will hold Your hand and take you somewhere you don't want to go. Who lead