yes!at last I find a chance to deliver unto you my first real post.
I should feel a little ashamed, however, for not telling you a brief bit about myself. That should have been first and foremost. apologies
So yes, Jonathan. He's pretty much your typical Mr. ambitious, who lays claim to aspirations that even he thinks might just be a tad too ambitious for his own liking. Growing up in a modest neighbourhood, he's always just found himself to be slightly out of place with the mainstream society. Yeah, sure he still has his God-given coloured accent and the charismatic demeanour that many 'coloured' people have - He's just turned 20, kinda clueless as to where he really sees himself '5 years from now', but ey, one thing's for sure, when it comes to that significant topic of 'outlook on life', he seems to have swayed way off the tarred road and slap bang onto the gravel...yip, the gravel.
This gravel road never smooths itself out to lighten the bumps on your journey. It's a perpetual terrain of obstacles that sometimes ushers a dust cloud to dim your vision, and even sometimes sets you on a detour to a dead end. Potholes are the harshest though, they suck you in, treat you to a shower and a fresh pair of underpants, then chuck you back on the dirt road when you refuse to try on their latest brand of sneaks, just because you noticed the soles to be sodded in agent orange - and cuz they said ' just do it'.
It is, however, refreshing to know, that amid the ever-growing debris and obstacles that block your path, you are armed with a pair of feet to pursue, a pair of eyes to spot the clearing, a pair of ears to hear the oasis stream up ahead, a nose to smell the dust and warn you to cover up...a brain to allow all these weapons to converge into the compass that keeps your ship on the right course
(yeah Jonny, so what?????)
Well, the figuratively inspired piece i just wrote is actually a load of bull (that thick type of bull that hardens in the heat of day whilst the flies encircle it's potent odour - yeah,that stuck-in-the-mud bull) - IF the gravel road is something you have long departed for the comfort of the highway...
Matter fact, for someone travelling on the gravel road, aching profusely because of the blisters, it must be the most desolate, drought-stricken, unsexy block on the chessboard - and it's NOT because your choices got pawned for rupees - No, this someone, (A douche-bag right?!?) actually CHOSE the red pill!
why though? The highway presents a far better playing field does it not?!I mean c'mon, let's be real here:
You get the solid white lines, to prevent you from overtaking the limits,
the bridges to allow certain persons to ride over you,
the speed limit sign to slow you down- and yeah -
the red robot, to simply stop your progress altogether...
You see, as a journalism student currently caught up in the mental battle of discerning the difference between my objective and my objectivity - I find myself continuously being hurled onto the gravel road - though not the most comfortable of resting places, for some reason my solace is found in the knowledge of not being obscured by anyone, for in this road you walk alone, solitary confinement at it's most free -
no place for CCTV's watching your every move - because a gravel road ain't cinematic like that
no place for signs that limit your pace of movement.
no place for much in all honesty, just you and the weapons you either choose to conceal or brace as a shield.
these gravel-road individuals are all over, well I hope so, as so far I've only seen the outlines of their shadows in the dust cloud ahead..I do hope that i meet them face to face one day
for yes, I am too one of them - a gravel-roader, in search of the smooth plantation that can only be found, once surviving the jungle.
Keep Walking
J
