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always my iron man otherwise.

‘You can’t go back and rewrite the past, but you can write the present and
build a better future,’ Alara interrupts.
‘Alara, when will you let the truth out in public? I believe that her real
story needs to be known. Media has reported really nasty stuff about her.’

‘Not now! I have planned for the right moment, the right day already.’

‘Okay!’ Uncle Ricky says.
‘Okay what?’ I ask him teasingly.
‘I will play the drums tonight.’

Alara looks at me as she smiles. Finally, we could do this.

A crowd as huge as I had never seen before gathers at Ricky’s at night.
Every table, every room is booked. In fact, there’s no space to even walk
around where the stage is set. The crowd can be seen scattered all the way
down to the shoreline. Extra tables have been set up by the sea.

I walk up the stage, grab the mic, and say:
I don’t know if I will make you laugh tonight, but I will surely tell you a
story, my story. My old story and my new story.

So, sometimes life is about being the hero of your story. But not all of us
are heroes. Why?
Why can’t we just become heroes?

Due to the judgement passed on by the all-good all-righteous society.
Trust me. I was constantly being judged for doing nothing too. So I told
myself, fuck it. Fuck this shit. Now I live preaching the philosophy of

Hakuna Matata, non-Disney translation: no fucks given.
Judging someone is like rating people for their choice of colour, I can’t
dislike someone because I don’t like yellow.

We live in a country which is genetically predisposed to talk shit about
others. We are not the fastest, or the smartest, we are not beautiful but when
it comes to trash talk, we can make Gossip Girls cry.

A few things are like jerking off. Everyone does it, but no one wants to
talk about it. But I will talk about me. Ricky says it’s a story that needs to be
told out loud.
I RECENTLY PUT MY PAPERS DOWN. Finally. I am jobless. The
decision was tough but not as tough as the painstaking task of stacking