These Rules

Welcome home. Yeah yeah, I wish I had an explanation. Maybe you will accept me for who I am and just take these posts like that. Every year I change. Every year I go on a hiatus. All those bad relationships prepared you for me. All those times you said never again and then thrust your tongue down Fii’s throat the very weekend. Yeah, treat me the same way. I love you too. Let’s just get this sexcapade going.

So you koraa do you know what you are doing? Last week, you claimed you were done with James. Nanso see. Wo fenfam ne ho se posters. Abena nso saa ara. Oww nansa yi dee I won’t buy anything I don’t need, I need to save money. Nanso makeup baako ye 2k. Obi nso should come and say something aah Emma. Wasting time to write down New Year’s Resolutions and tearing down everything before March. Akoa yi ye guy.

Me ankasa koraa, I’m no better. Broken so many rules of my own and paid for it each time. Jack, enye easy. I was fine when I didn’t go by any standards or codes. Life was so good. Nanso the moment I got down from mount Sinai no ara na bayie no hyee ase. I never knew anything I didn’t need nor budget for was so appealing. Saa na me ye sexy ruff. Everything and everybody came crawling out of the woodwork.

Nothing looks better in a shop than sneakers you didn’t plan to buy. Nothing more satisfying than an unhealthy drink you swore off. Oh and don’t get me started on bad relationships. Ade be kye yen, sister. We, as a collective, have been very very stupid. Lord knows, chale. Yadi nkwaseasem paa, menuanom.

 I always forget these rules are to protect me from myself. I made them every time something downright freakish happened, anytime my idiocy took me down pain avenue. I just want to live like a regular sane person. Truth be told, nothing good has ever come from breaking these rules. Anytime I feel like, oh, make an exception, this could lead to something magical, I get bitch slapped back to reality.

We got ourselves standards and continue to live beneath them. We made rules for ourselves and continue to break them. Ade yi, Sabbath was made for man and unfortunately, there are perks to living like this. Once in a while, there are ridiculous rewards to being reckless. Then there is the rush, the feeling chale. Stupidity is so tasty.

Onua, enye easy. I do not like this adulthood thing. I hate making decisions. Please, I miss my Mom. She is so good at this. But yebeye no den. Ato yen. Just remember you made those rules for you.