SAGGY, BAGGY JEANS AND BRAINS.......

My generation is populated with lazy folks – talk more and achieve less. When you have people living without a plan and direction as to where they are going. When you have folks on street corners, sagging baggy jeans – choking smoke settling above their heads. Talking of that one business that never made it beyond the street they live in. Watching the ones choked with ties trafficking into the street but still sag their jeans and brains. The thought to arise is there but the level of arising is to be better than Gift who bought a bicycle – so yes I will buy a mountain bike. I am talking of those guys who were always by the barber shop planning on things that could never be executed by a sober mind. These are the guys who never got arrested for anything illegal but lived in prison. The guys who went to the local schools and never saw or experienced 30minutes out of the neighborhood. These are men who married in the community but known for sagging baggy jeans. The question is how did they marry? Saggy brains. Yes those men who light their cigarettes with the other men’s burning cigarette. These are the old folks who pass a pot of traditional beer to each other. This is the man who is always drunk and beaten by his wife – news the whole street knows about. The sagging baggy jeans are worn when the sofas are set up outside on mudhara Black’s funeral. They are the guys who never sleep drumming and singing on the funeral. The baggy jeans that never realize that the way of saggy, baggy jeans and brains ends with sofas on the outside and a guy wearing baggy jeans sagging his brains beating the drums.

CANDLE LIGHT THOUGHTS extract..........