Who has your back?
I have a favorite
kind of people. The list is not very long but it is very solid. There’s a criteria
that allows people to get into this list. Pretty like the vetting process in
government. And sometimes there are reshuffles to the list. I am very free and
fair too; I don’t rig people into the list. You somehow have to earn your way
in there. What are some qualifications you ask? Let’s roll back a bit.
I am in primary
school. Life then was really good. Like really fun and all – before bills
kicked in. So at the end of every school term we would fight - much of a
tradition then. Fights were picked with people your own size. I picked a
certain guy – call him Enoch. So this is how fights went down, first, you had
this thing called “njata” (a stick
balanced on the dorsal side of the hand) that your opponent was supposed to make
fall. Then, immediately the njata was
fallen the fight would ensue amidst the cheer of the pack. Of course the
cowardly couldn’t dare destroy the opponent’s njata. In such a case your opponent got a free heroic pass whilst you
made the walk of shame home. And you couldn’t get any girls to like you
thereafter. Third, your boys were
allowed to jump in the fight if they felt you were going to lose. They had your
back – always.
Which reminds me
of the bro-code’s article 2, article 38 and article 147. Article 2 says A Bro is always entitled to do something
stupid, as long as the rest of his Bros are doing it. Article 38 says Even in a fight to the death a Bro never punches
another Bro in the groin. And Article 147 says if a Bro sees another Bro get into a fight, he immediately has his
Bro's back. Exception: If his Bro
has picked a fight with a scary looking guy.
Exception: If this is the third fight (or more) his Bro has gotten into
that week. Exception: If the Bro
has a note from a physician excusing him from having anybody's back.
So we fought even
though it was stupid (article 2) and we had rules about where to punch (article
38) and most important we jumped into each others’ fights (article 147). So in
my fight with Enoch, I was ALMOST defeated but
akina Marvin joined in and saved the day. We were pretty hurt that day and we
ended up being forced to kneel a whole three hours when our teacher – we called
her Nyako – found out. I think it was
worth it – the experience not the kneeling.
This gives you an
idea of one of the qualifications I use. I like people that I can count on to have my
back. People who are genuinely loyal; the kind that sticks in peace and
turmoil; the kind that will be there when you’re broke and when you're doing well;
the kind that will still come over when the Wi-Fi isn’t working. These are my favorite kind of people.
I call them my friends.
Like those fights
we had as kids, we still have fights in life. We have wires to walk, milestones
to achieve and nights to brave. As a guy in his early twenties, I have come to realize
I can never get to pull through alone. I need support. I need people I can
count on consistently. Gladly I have them. They are the ones on the list. So let
me ask, who are your favorite kind of people?
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