It has taken me years to finally afford the console, setup and games I've always wanted. Alafu mtu anakuja kuniuliza, "30-year-old unafanya nini na console?"
My friend, I'm living my childhood dream, just with adult money.
Na wacha hiyo PS, hata gaming PC na Nintendo tutanunua so we can game on the move. We didn't work this hard just to afford bills.
Ever since I learned spiders learn our routines to stay out the way, I be feelin kinda bad when I catch one lackin. Like my bad gang, I’m not usually awake at this hour you’re right. This isn’t a death sentence for you I promise
The irony of adulthood is something else.
I’m a grown man. A homeowner. A father. I pay the mortgage, the bills, the taxes. This is MY house.
Yet here I am, sitting at my kitchen table trimming cannabis, watching the clock because I have to make sure everything is cleaned up, put away, and the house doesn’t smell like weed before my kids get home.
Somewhere along the way, I went from being a teenager hiding weed from my parents to being a parent hiding weed from my teenagers.
Full circle.
The funniest part? I’m not even doing anything wrong. I’m a responsible adult, in my own home, doing something perfectly legal.
But apparently, no matter how old you get, there’s always somebody you’re worried about coming home and smelling weed.
🤣🌿