Blood, Sweat and Tears

I haven\’t posted in a while, and its not because I\’m lazy… (I think)

I\’ve been out in Nairobi trying to kill boredom, and, ultimately, make ends meet… Man if you\’re from thika like me then you empathize with my deep dislike of the crazy journey on thika road…. Man, it is hell… But anyway, I now get why guys just look for jobo and chill… Man, hustling ain\’t easy, its all blood, sweat and tears… Especially from scratch… Last week I quickly got tutored on the real meaning of hustling…

HUSTLE 101

The sun is blazing,

I\’ve been standing out here for hours,

Pushing a less than noble cause ,

Gunning for easy riches,

Chasing ephemeral dreams,

Laying steady groundwork,

Burning the midnight oil,

Going against the grain,

Rollerblading uphill,

With the whole world pitted against me,

And no trust in my circle of friends,

Unceasing sweat and never ending worry,

To make something of myself,

Before I ultimately turn to dust,

My legacy, the only thing that I leave behind,

But such is the struggle,

That keeps me going back,

Because life is hard,

And hard is good.

The beauty of

Hustle 101…