My life sucks. A lot. An awful lot.
I sleep late every night. I wake up 10am every morning. I do a few lame ass push-ups and then an equally few awful sit ups. If frustrating my already frustrated life was not on PHCN’s to-do list that particular day, there would be light already, and I would be able to charge my two dead phones. Check twitter for people with better lives so I can pray they have jaundice and die, and then Facebook to view posts that tell me typing ‘Amen’ in their comment box would give me double promotion from Part 1 to Part 3 in the university, or bring my dead gramps back to life. I’m tempted by the proposition, but then hiss at them and move on to check if my rat trap has caught any rat. Sometimes I bath. And then…TiVo!
I become a couch potato for the next three hours or so. I watch the cool Hollywood movies and then the brain-damaging Nollywood ones. My mom dares not cook my food behind my back because I won’t eat it cold, so I start thinking about cooking breakfast when people with better lives are having food fights with their lunch. With break-lunch done, I’m back on the couch, if my siblings haven’t sabotaged my tv rights already.
I’m back to wishing I was American so I could be a cool Hollywood star and slandering Nollywood for fighting piracy when they keep producing literal shit. When PHCN inevitably holds power at intervals, I keep up with my online personality. And before I know it, it's night already and I remember lunch. I find any almost shitty food and call it dunch.
Sometimes when my daily routine gets boring, I go over to my best friends place and he whips me over a game of PES. Oh he always hands my scrawny behind back to me. And then the moon appears above, Vampires prowl the streets, I renew my vows with my bed and then crack some lame joke on twitter and wait for someone to notice, before I go to sleep. Late. Every night.
My life sucks. A lot. An awful lot.
But I'm also an idiot. Did I mention that? No? Well I am. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiotic fool. I'm a stupid idiotic fool. If you don't understand why, we're probably the same: stupid idiotic fools. We don't appreciate the little things in our lives. The things that really matter.
I sleep and wake fine everyday. Some are not so lucky. 2 people died for every seconds that I typed this (or you read it). I do push-ups when some don't have the hands to push their bodies. The street opposite mine has been without light for over 4 months. I don't know their secret weapon, but they are still drawing breath.
I get to cook food to eat. I eat cool break-lunches and dunches. Some don’t have nothing to eat. Others are just bad cooks, like my best friend that recently tried to assassinate me with over-salted chips. I have 272 followers on twitter, some have 271. I've a good enough internet connection to post this, some people have to cuss MTN every time it takes them 5 minutes to reply someone with K.
I’ve even got tv to watch fake lives Hollywood produce to make me feel like a loser and Nollywood movies that want to make me pee myself with idiotic laughter. Some don’t. Or they probably still use their ancestors black and white TiVo.
I’m an ungrateful infidel and I’m sorry for it. But if I’m living a better life than yours, please just don’t pray I die of a horrible disease. You probably speak more languages than I do.
My life doesn’t suck. I’m just an idiot.