Observation

Today I had the privilege to be with some old-time homies I didn't have much to offer, but I was paid for the time being. I understand that I was stripped of the main purpose of living, and that's freedom in my home. I have parents that conclude and still see you as that 4-year-old child that runs around with no underwear, unpredictable they say, trying to own you all to themself. I put behind everything I knew and played a game I always understood, and that's mingling, interacting, making a stand, and being the life of the party. At first, I woke up this morning to the disappointment of another day with no plans, but I never knew I was in for a glide, a rush hour that felt forever. And one thing I understood was that your mind tells you exactly what to do at every single time, but it's left for you to make the decision first. I received a call from my homie telling me he got the ride fueled and he needs me by his side. Unfortunately for me, I was low on cash, like I was at my lowest, and I've got this PTSD that if I don't have money, I don't take such risk of making such movement, cause it's risky as a guy not to have a backup, and everything that happened today is a clear evidence of you having your own personal funds to actually have a say so. He called me trying to know if I was around cause he knew me and my dad planned on traveling, and luckily for me, my dad planned on traveling today, but he for a reason postponed it, so I gave him the green light. Yhh, I'm at home, so he told me I got the ride, you got any location in mind, he asked, knowing very well with me by his side we have a movement. So I told him to come, but hoping we get to enjoy my last day cause my dad plans on traveling the next day. So finally, he comes and surprisingly, he brings the car, like wow. Then the ball in my court, leaving my little prison, which is my house. My dad is someone you don't want to be telling such thing, saying you want to go out, especially on a Monday, so I do what I have to do. I enter my room, get dressed, and walked up to my mom. I told her I want to go out with my friend, and knowing it's not the first time, she asked me where are you guys going? So I knew with that question I'm out, so I told her I'm going to his house. So she asked me the second question, which is what time am I coming back? I purposely told her 4 o'clock. She looked at the time and told me 3 o'clock I should be home. There's a rule in the house: you don't leave the house without permission; you come back before 7 o'clock. So I knew I'm free cause I didn't leave without permission, so I left. So he started with the whole bullshit talk of why didn't I tell him I was around, that he has gone to his babe's house 3 times in the space of a week and so, and she got a senior sister that is always lonely anytime he's with her sister, so I was the perfect candidate for the sister. Me hearing this, I was amazed, so I told him let's go to their house instead. So he comes up with another bullshit talk, saying he just went on Saturday, that it is somehow to come on Monday. I looked into his eyes and said, it doesn't matter. Then he comes up with another bullshit talk: we are low on fuel, that if I have the list 5k, we can go. That's where I get a blow to my face. My account balance was a decimal point standard. Then I saw myself being deprived of a lifetime opportunity, money, the ultimate power. I had nothing. Then I tried telling him the fuel doesn't matter there. I saw the same fear in his eyes, the same thing that made me relent not calling him all this while. He told me he's not in for no disgrace, no guarantee according to him; the fuel will last, and there I saw the condition so clear: money. I was subdued cause I didn't have anything to bring to the table. So I told him since he's here, let's just go to a nearby estate called River Park. So he agreed. We drove there and I realized we didn't have anything doing there except being multivated by mouth-watering views of nice mansions, cool cars. So I saw we were not buying the idea. So something hits my mind: call your old timer now. This is where things get interesting. This thought I ignored it cause I wasn't in for no dull movement, but the thought kept hitting me like I had a urine in my bladder. So I reached out to him. Unfortunately, his number wasn't reachable, like it was clear money won, but I don't accept defeat easily. So I told him let's go to his house and check on him, and there he agreed. We left the estate to his house, and unfortunately, he wasn't around. Like I felt like I was being the fool here. So there the voice comes again: call him. And luckily for me, his line went through and he picked. I told him I was in front of his house. He said he was a bit far away if I'm mobile (if I had transport). Luckily for me, I told him I'm with my guy, we have a ride. Then he told me the location he was in, so luckily for me, my guy knew where he was talking about. So we set sail on our way there cause we didn't know the exact location. We had to call him to be sure we on the right track. Then looking at my phone, I saw he already gave me 3 missed calls. So I called him; his line didn't go through, so he must have seen my missed call. Then he called me back. I told him we were at the front of a plaza, then he directed me, and fortunately for us, we followed his direction and boom, we arrived, and this was finally looking like a fruitful day. So we entered, and it didn't take us nothing to see them cause it was a bar. So you just have to spot your target. Like planned, there he was, and he was with my former classmates, wow. Can you imagine how my day was going? But before we entered inside cause we already had a plan, we planned we tell him we had a plan on meeting up with some couple of girls up town, so we agreed. And seeing him with my secondary school mate, I had to just play along, mehn. I wasn't expecting this crowd, I said to myself. So to keep the composure, I played along. We interacted and talked, so you know boys, we can't stay sober. So there they took permission saying we want to go get some flaws, so they were 3, so they left the last guy with us, and there they went to get some joy giver. So we had to wait. On the other hand, my guy wasn't comfortable cause that's the first time he's been in such an environment. So I told him let's wait; they would be back. So it took a while. On the other hand, the third guy seemed to be familiar relating with everyone. I wasn't surprised, but I had it my mind we had a goal, so we had to get that done. So there we go after long anticipation; they came back with good quality joy substance, and mind you, it's been a month I had taking anything, but I can't back down. And there you go, my former classmate brought my personal stuff. This is what we call the king of all cruises. People that take it were the primal. So there he asked around, "Who dey game?" Oh hell, yhh, I see my baby in your hands; I can't resist. So I told him I'm on your train. And luckily for us, we were the only ones who knew what was at stake. So he spliffed it with cigarettes. I don't like my c's being spliffed, I told him. So there I saw he was still a safety caller, cause taking that shit raw is at your own risk. There they didn't know I was the dragon in their midst. So I told him, go ahead; at least I get to kiss my baby one last time. So he finished the whole process and sparked that blunt. Fuck yhh, I heard the smell, and I braced myself for the contact. Mehn, he passed me this blunt. There it was, still sparked. So I ashed it by blowing off the ashes from the fire entry, and there on the spot, I had my quality 5 solid puffs. Mehn, at first, it was like I had it under control, but one thing I know about c's: it feeds on your fear cause it's hyped like it's a madness dose, but when you understand it, it's just like any other cruise but extra sauce, like the feeling is new every single time, and it's worth the moment. So there you go, the guy by my side. I passed him the blunt, then he denied it, saying he does not take that; he's cool. So there I knew my former classmates and I was grounded and left on the fence. So you know I can't lose guard myself. I played along with the cruise. I brought up a conversation so I can stress the cruise out; that's a tactic I always learned cause the moment you keep quiet, it takes you unaware with loads of nonstop thoughts flooding your mind. You might get to a point of hallucinating; it's real. I've been there; I can relate. So you know when you're on a motion and your guys left behind, they start judging your emotions, having that mindset saying these ones are misbehaving, cause the feeling was more of experience you taking charge of your environment; the world around you is silent and you get to play the game your own way. I was vibing like I was engaged, talking, making jokes, clarifying thoughts, seeing the world clear, taking note of everything. It is a bit better cause now your brain is on a motion, framing each experience and expression. My guy who went out with my former classmates had finished rolling up their loud. He sparked it up. Mehn, me looking at him; if only he knew what he was missing, a whole new experience, never predictable, fighting to keep the composure, putting all your problems behind you, your emotions regulated. Like I said, it's been over a month I had any joy giver cause the plan was to go on a break. This best said, I was impressed by how long I put such a lifestyle behind me. I saw my everyday life, I adapted; days were long as fuck, taking a nap to see you distracted, and then you wake up feeling weak, trying to play nice, but silence and raw blending. But I noticed I was able to get along, but the plan was till I resumed. I felt the pressure, but I saw it coming. After he took his solid puffs, there is this moment of silence; you have to switch up the mood then, like that, you see that mysterious smile, that smile that can't be explained. There you go, I said, "Come online!" I echoed. He looked at me, then there I knew he switched up. Then he passed it to my main guy, which I came over with. He, on the other hand, puffed responsibly cause I gave him a heads up; you are the one on the wheels. He understood, so he had his own share. So like it was supposed to be, he got his own share of the joy, but he had another plan on hand, which was to go to see those girls. So this meant we had to round up soon, so I had to get my guy attention telling him, "Gee, this is my last day in town, so we are planning to go fuck some girls in their house." So I let him know it's only 2 girls available, so one was my main guy's girlfriend, and the other was her senior sister. So I told him we could play 3-sum on her cause it's a role play. Like, he was fired up, then I saw the fire in his eyes, like we good to go. Then mehn, I was glad; my day was finally looking promising. Then we had to drop some bodies; extra load wasn't necessary; it was clear. So we had to dismiss the extra bodies. So apparently, he and my classmate came together, so he had to start explaining. I could see it on my classmate's eyes, the denial, but it is what it is. We are talking about premium asses here. So there I shaked the guy by my side due to the fact we just meeting. So to my former classmates, he made it clear that he already knew what was going down. So I promised him we set up a hangout. So we said our goodbyes. So it was me and my main gee that left first. So in the car, he started talking, saying he can't carry 2 extra guys to their house; that it's not right. And bam, there my guy enters and over overheard our conversation. He now asked what's the problem. There my wide-mouth guy on the wheels starts blabbing, saying they are just 2 girls, so it's not possible for the both of us to fuck her senior sister. But at this point, I wasn't looking at the picture that clear cause I was high and I was horny as fuck. Hearing the guy on the wheels say such thing dashed the spotlight. So my guy, on the other hand, played along like he switched up, telling me that it's not possible. Like, wow, I'm the guy having great expectations, mehn. But my guy, which you can't catch him off guard, brought up this whole talk that he's planning a house party, that he is expecting lots of girls to come. I know he ain't blabbing. And there I saw that I was talking with the lightheads, so I had to bring my expectations to their level, and I played along. He guaranteed me that I didn't need to worry. He said I should make my movement; that he wants to go back to smoke up. Like yhh, I feel what he means, but going back was a suicide mission, like it was clear we going to make some cool movement, and now coming back, my steeze grounded into ashes. So there we go...our ticket to getting fuel has been blown up. Wow. There I looked at my guy on the driver sit and the golden question: "What's next?" Mehn, I thought we still making the movement. So he brings up this shit talk: no fuel. Wow, like we had this motion on, and you blew it. So what do you expect me to do? So I stared at him and told him, more like an encouragement. I asked him, "Is her senior sister in our school?" There he brought the joy back with the golden answer: "YES!" Hell yeah! So I calmed down cause he had extra funds on him. I told him, let's go blow some para (ice \u200b\u200b🧊). Yhh, we didn't hesitate. He bought the idea. We started the car, and there we went downtown to our area to get a plug. On our way, he still was justifying his actions, but I already concluded it was money that was the solution. So yhh, I didn't argue much. So there was a problem, and that's why we went to our first plug, which was Bunker. The instrument was very important to have a satisfying experience. So I had a Bunker, but according to him, he doesn't know where the box he kept it was cause he had moved downstairs, so most of his things are scattered, mostly jam-packed in a room. So we reached the first plug location. Unlucky for us, he wasn't around. Wow. So yhh, I went back to the car. There we contemplated on what to do next, but the main thing was the Bunker. He had bulb. So yhh, he still wanted to make the excuse of him not being able to locate the box where he kept the Bunker. Like, are you kidding me? I asked him, "Are you sure the Bunker is in the box?" He said yes. I asked him, "By any chance, is the box not in his house?" He said no, that the box is in his house, but he doesn't know where it was cause it was all jam-packed there. We took the decision of going back home to go search for the box. So on our way to his house, cause there's this narrow road only one car can pass at a time, so there as if the day was against us, a car was coming from the opposite side, and now we had to move back to give way for him to pass. Our steeze cried for help. My guy on the wheels isn't good at reversing. I can't blame him; the road is damn small and narrow, and by the side is two steel bars and a ditch by our side. Wow, we had a problem actually moving back cause the two steel bars made the road more narrow, and the ditch, another factor. Wow. There we made our first try, and the guy in the front, proving to be an expert from his car, giving directions that got complicated at some point, like his narration with his hands was flip-flop. So he got out of his car when it looked like we were a gas flip into the ditch. He told my friend, "Come out before you spoil your mom's car." Like, I felt the disgrace and humiliation in that statement. Like my friend made a sound like he took an oral blow. There a bus was also on the waiting line; the driver was a bit older. So there he stepped out for the young man to make a difference. Wow, surprised, he couldn't even make the turn. He had a tough time even getting a perfect curve, and there my guy was outside directing him. So it was clear that moving back wasn't the best option. So I directed him moving front cause there was an extra road gap just by the side of his car. So he ignored me, still trying to prove himself. So it was clear he didn't know what he was doing. So the man in the bus behind his car came out and said the same thing I said: just move forward and park by the side of your car. So there he had no choice than to take his advice. So there he made the turn. Wow, this worked. So I was right, I said to myself. So there he couldn't say much; he stepped out of the car. So for the follow-up, I said thank you. He looked at me and just nodded. There we waited for them to pass, and we reversed and made the run up the hill, and we finally got to his house. And on the first search in the first room, he spotted the box. Mehn, I looked at him. So there we finally found the box. So he searched it looking for the Bunker. After some couple of clothes out, he opened the inner zip. There we found it, and wow, I was so happy. Now we can finally make our movement. I was excited cause this was a movement that had loads of complications, and by faith, we unlocked them. And there all road leads to the second plug. So there we finally reached cause the area is saturated, and the ups on the lookout. I went in solo. There I saw the guy I was hoping would get what I was looking for. Unluckily for me, he said he didn't have it. So I said I've come too far to give up, not now. I asked him who would have there. He pointed up town. There I saw my c's plug; this man I call him global. So I walked up to him, and there I shaked him. He told him it's been a while. So I told him I've been in school, so him hoping I wanted to buy c's. So I told him I'm here for the blocks, which was para. Mehn, I held my balls not to hear it wasn't available, but there he said, "How much you looking for?" I told him the amount available there. He echoes a name 3 times, telling him someone is looking for him. So it's like he knew the drill. He collected my money, entered a location, and there I waited for him, and he came out with my block. Wow, I was full of joy. I gave him the dispatch handshake, and I left the jungle. There I saw my ride waiting to hear a conclusion. I told him, "We active, no long talk." We went back home, mehn. The moment I got to his house, I started the inputted process like I was born for that shit. I melted the block. He stepped out to buy some drinking water. So before he came back, I was done melting, and yhh, it was time for me to come online. Mehn, the cover didn't match with the bottle, so he had to step out to look for a bottle that would match. And before I could say nothing, he was back with the perfect bottle. He filled it with water, and I sealed it. And there I made a blue flame with my customized gas tank, the best flame to chase the solid liquid. Mehn, I made a first run; the smoke was wow. Another one, and another. Then I passed it to my guy to come online. And before he made his run, he played music. Wow, the song went deep into my soul. Are you kidding me? I was in a mood of glans, feeling like I was made for the best, which I am. I blowed that shit, and there an experience that never lasts. Mehn, fuck that; I'll do that shit over and over again. So there we were vibing, getting it super clear, taking turns in coming online. Wow, like they say, nothing lasts forever. In less than 20 minutes, we cleared the bulb. So cause we were on "orge," this to say we were not satisfied. I had to exchange the position of the internal pipe cause there were still some left at the entrance. The bulb had already cracked from the impact of the fire. So I turned the position, and there before I could make a run, the bulb fell out of the pipe and broke into two. So we saw the first half, but the second was hidden under the table. We had to move the chair first to be sure. Then I rose the table not minding what was on top, and there I saw the second half, and wow, it still had some run left. And there I positioned it on the pipe and made the run, then passed it to my guy. We made sure we didn't leave any glans there. I was satisfied, mehn. The minute I finished, I got a call from my mom. At that time, it was 4:26. The first thing she asked me: what's the time? I just knew what she wanted to hear, so I cut the long talk and told her I was on my way home, and she cut the call. Wow, right timing, I said in my mind. So there we cleaned up the evidence. I took the Bunker and put it back in the box exactly where I saw it, and there we vacated the house. Mehn, I was so happy riding down the street to my house. So he dropped me at my junction, and we set our last goodbye, a solid handshake, a homie more like a brother. So I carefully narrated my day cause I felt I learned valuable lessons. These lessons spoke to me and made me understand some vital life experience. This wasn't just a day out; it was a revival. I was longing to just move out and have a good time, but I learned you don't get what you want easily, and every thought unlocked a special experience. I saw the power of listening to your inner thoughts, mehn. No matter how my day went, I was glad I had my opinions tested, and if you give up, you might be one try away from a breakthrough. Take, for instance, I didn't push the motion of my guy coming along; I just sat back and had my day wasted. This is an experience that would leave with me forever. I didn't doubt my feelings, and yes, don't give up without a fight. Don't conclude, explore, take action. I had more thoughts being bridged; like I saw a way through, but there were obstacles trying to kill that vision. I saw myself just flowing, making sure I get the best out of the day. I was happy by my reactions, my follow-up. The best thing about life is that you're alive. I felt every reason to be alive. This wasn't the same way I felt before today. I was drowning in endless thoughts. Can you imagine the mental strain I was undergoing every single day just because I was trying to please my parents? I was glad for once I was remembered, and not only remembered, valued for the quality to bring to the table. I was out for once, and was glad I made every single choice I did. Now I am happy knowing quite well I didn't give up. I made my opinion count. I reaped the joy behind it all. I can't explain it all, but I'll tell you that everyday is a gift; you make the best out of it cause no one knows what you hope to get at the end. I don't think there's such thing as a limitation; we just have to play the game our own way and make sure we advance. I can't tell what the future holds, but I'm glad I'm alive to witness it, a mystery they say, but it's worth living for. The world is wonderful with humans living to survive; the air is never limited, but time is. The sun shines so bright; it never neglects the dark, so run to enjoy life your own way. Never judge no one cause we all gonna die. There's this view I saw; it spoke to me deeply. I saw a mad man and next to him was a graveyard. Wow. The coldest truth is, he's living; we all are living one chance to experience the world for yourself, one chance to have your own share of the bargain. When you tend to look down on someone, you are far useless cause the person just living his life. You are wasting your time given a judgement you can't implement while he might even be the person to carry your coffin to the grave or might witness you been buried. We all leaving a reality filled life. Time is running; today is the youngest you'll ever be. The best thing you can do for yourself is to bag more experience cause the whole wealth game, you are building wealth for the living, so if you don't get to enjoy your life at the long run, you're living for approval, and the truth is the approval never defines you; it just edits you, but deep down you still know your potential is been subdued. Life has different meanings, different understandings far from what you see cause those are people's observations been narrated to their best understanding. I say, discover life for yourself; bank on experiences. Never trade your happiness; your peace of mind can't be prized. Say to yourself, I love my life cause it's all I got cause the day you live this world, the world moves on. You'll be surprised by the narrative after it all, over the comments people give. Never matters cause no one is special; no one lived 2 times, so we all still learning. So you don't conclude cause the outcome is “experience forged” granting you the outcome. Mehn, we have high expectations, but I say we ride along and play a neutral game, having an open mindset, never doubting yourself, and believe yours is far better. When you envy someone, you kill your ability to achieve. I believe there's nothing like limitations. Mindset is the switch. When you conclude I'm not capable, every possibility is strangled, but when you believe you can do it, you cultivate that opinion. It's a process. If hard work paid, it's the laborers that gain more. The brain is our little world; it speaks to you. Unfortunately, you can't control your thoughts, but your actions drive. So don't limit your abilities; your mindset is the lens on how you see the world. If you see the world to be hard, trust me, it's going to be hard. If you see the world an easy pass by, trust me, it's a free world with boundaries, but these boundaries are the grades; once passed is one step closer to victory. Imagine the man who created the bulb; tried 99 times. He had every reason to quit at the 45th time, but he discovered 99 ways that will never work and knew he was close. I just see life as a playground, but you play your favourite game and master it cause the world is looking for originals; the copies tend to wear out, but originals stand the test of time.