Sunday, December 27, 2015

Pouring Out The Devils Juice!

Ever since the month started I have been on a roller coaster of enjoyment, a merry-go-round of alcohol consumption, unquenched lust and a thirst for so so many social evils. This I have been doing  with a devil may care attitude that has gotten me nowhere in the good books of those closest to me, at home they think I am turning out to be nothing better than someone very close to me that was consumed by the liquor and subsequently ruined by it. I on the other hand tell myself, it is only a phase I convince myself that I will get over it and in so doing it will be one of those things I can casually talk about in conversations for the far future, “I once did that too, and it did not pay” conversations to heed and lead the young to a better path, advice for the youth, wisdom to the ones that wish to learn.

Slowly but surely I realize that I have been telling myself this lie so long it has started feeling like the truth. I can handle the drinking, the smoking, I can handle the thriving, but can I? Can I really? No I can’t man, not even a little, my body was never engineered to take in alcohol, I’m what you call a light head, a couple of beers, a glass of two of something to scratch the throat, something that will make you squint your eyes and believe me you, I am out like a bulb, The very bulb that Tomas Edison brought light to. How do I know it is a lie, everything I always convince myself of is a lie, I know because I can never get myself to really commit a 100 percent to the cause of leaving alcohol, I can never subliminally vow to not drink anymore, all I do is hope that I don’t get drunk when I’m sober and wake up the next day with a throbbing migraine and no memory after the drink that got me drunk. I am susceptible to this, I am a slave to the drink, will I ever be freed? I want to be freed. So bad,
I want to be freed because now I live in a shattered home. The source of my food intake, and income wills not to speak to me for I have done her wrong so many times that if I could count, not even the tally of an abacus would quantify the measure of how many times I have disappointed. I tell myself next year will come and I will go back to Windhoek, become a better person, study harder leave the drink but I always have the demoralizing voice telling me, shit, ‘you gon keep drinking until you drop’. That is not what I want because I am being an embarrassment for all the things I stand for when sober, I am no contrary to a Pentecostal pastor that does not practice what they preach, ruined from the beginning. Home is no longer the same because instead of accepting one another, we tolerate one another now, look at each other in eye corners and under our breathes  we mutter words sharp enough to make the devils skin cringe. I do not want it to be this way not now.

Society has almost labelled me a CERTIFIED ALCOHOLIC by now. The things I do when drunk, the words I say, the people I talk to, the memories of last night that I never have. Those humiliating moments that society conserves to upload on social media for a laugh about how crazy a chill or a thrive was, even if these updates are at the expense of reputations or one, that is mine. These defining events that carve you out as what you become when drunk and not sober, the number of times you let your gentleman bar fall because of how you lose coordination when drunk. These will always be factors that society will associate to who I am because I am who I am when drunk. Alas see,  it is not who I want to be, I want to be much greater than a guy behind a beer, or that bottle of Jack I want to be an example to the kids that I can make it with having to drunk myself into oblivion but quite that path.

So this is what I am going to do, not try but do. I will no longer smoke, anything other than hookah, I will not consume alcohol, it is even expensive and it does not build, looking for greener pastures is never good with a tainted vision. I have to be focused, I will chill I will thrive but may the power of energy drinks be enough a high for me to thrive. You change you don’t remain the same, and that is what I plan to enforce here today, upon the principles that guide me to a better tomorrow, upon God who shall be my only witness but most supreme in ruling, I will get out of this I will no longer be the alcoholic disgrace, that I have been for the past couple of years. It is too much and I just cannot anymore, I have lost so much and brought about mountain loads of controversy and truth be told I am tired of the spotlight, I am tired of being  the center of attraction for laughs, puns and slurs about how bad I am when drunk.
I will not go to waste, I shall not deteriorate with the dust that will become of alcohol close to me, I will rise and so as to conquer the empire of my life, I will slay thrive and become a person that will say “alcohol almost ruined me, but I did not allow it to”.


Stay safe.

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