The Renaissance

Everyone has a story to tell, sometimes they are the tales we whisper in the still of the night when only kleptomaniacs plot and debauchery thrives or they are the stories we retell, when everyone is listening and we feel alive as our audience throw stares of admiration in our way, as the damsel seated next to us, tightens their grip, the memories we try to relive just to remember and glow in the moment one more time. Then there are the players in the stories that are long gone and the only way we can remember them is through those times we get lost in that drive through memory lane. Oh and those stories told by people that belittle the experiences you thought were tough for you but the owners say them with so much bravado it reminds you the amount of pain, suffering that we are designed to take without throwing in the towel. 

Then there are the stories caught in the red tape; the right crowd, right environment, right weather never conjured and plotted to appear on the same day and thus we house them in, hoping they never leave the cage we’ve built for them. But the stories we hide the most are the ones that eventually cause a hullabaloo, a mini fiesta when they slither gracefully into the public domain. Who cares though, don’t we all have something to hide? Something we are ashamed of…it’s innate in all of us! Remember Adam’s, natural instinct was to try and conceal his apple bite. So let things slide more often, let it all be water under the bridge when you eventually learn the truth about people we least expected their story to be the one we hear.

There are stories that we can tell through this blog, ones that I have written myself, experienced, imagined and those that are shared by others that will make people relate with what they are going through, even if it’s only one. It might cheer someone up, but most importantly if the world is wiped out one day and this is the only blog that survives then, the future generation will have some reference ey? What do you think? Well you can stop thinking right now, and welcome through this new ride;

Ahoy family! 

Welcome Albert,

He is calm and simple. The kind of simple that also demands the same from you, the damsels around you including the waitress. The kind of bloke with a persona that fills a room  even when he is silent. He stares into oblivion even though we are seated in a noisy watering hole by the road on a cool Sunday evening. He seems to be chasing a dream that seems to be out running him, don’t we all though? Waitress arrives, he isn’t quick to order. He is quite reserved, you have to pry conversation out of him or maybe the tipple hasn’t yet kicked in. There is no haste in trying to fit in, to gulp the devils liquid as if there is no tomorrow, it’s a calmness that is acquired through time, smoothened by what he has been through. Life has a way of doing that without us knowing, the system has a way of getting us in line eventually.

Albert is an upcoming underground artiste, he believes he has been put here to evoke emotion and greater purpose in all of us, he calls it conscience rap.  He doesn’t declare it outright for he knows that not everyone in this world wants to hear your story, some just want to hear it so they can belittle your dream or most probably feel better about themselves. But he insists his breakthrough is round the corner, I believe him even though he has been upcoming for 10 years.

Shifts in his seat and says, I did my undergraduate for 8 years. Everyone thought I wouldn’t finish and they even nearly convinced me too. It’s not a race he says, as long as I crossed the finish line, but I have to work harder now, smarter and diligently he says. 

Me: How will you know when you are on the right track? Fighting the good fight?

Albert: You will know…just the same way a man who is about to go down on one knee knows the answer. He never goes down if he doesn’t know the answer.

Cheers to NOT giving up champ!