Now We Know Better

Life is like a gift box, the farther you unravel, the more you know. No-one has considered making a constitution out of that, we all start out drifting through life. We hope that one day things will just get better, and we’d wake up to a huge stack of money waiting by our bed sides. Such were the imaginations I employed to spend most of my days; confused at heart, and no direction in sight.

Charles and Keith, two of my most trusted happening guys. Like wet clothes gets dried by the sun, I get drunk when I’m around them. “Nothing de happen” Keith would always scream, announcing his presence, and how much of fun he carries with him in his pocket. Charles was the anything goes type of person, he was always down for any move; girls, bottles, and just name any vice you can think of. Me, I couldn’t really tell who I was, what I was doing or how my life would end up. I loved to enjoy the flow.

Raising dust, and throwing hands in the air was what we love doing best, but we relish the joy that trouble brings (at least, we thought we felt joy). We would skip classes, stay up all night “having fun” and scheming how to cause another trouble for just the fun of it. So many years have gone since then, and only this tiny photograph reminds me of what life used to be.

Victor Oyedele