2010
2010
by Wahuga H Githaiga on Tuesday, 18 January 2011 at 23:36
2010
From the onset the boyz named it the year of the hustler, and in more ways than one it was. Am not the group historian nor am I the group biographer so it falls not on me to chronicle it but then again I do a lot of things that are not in my place to. So I’ll go ahead anyway.
It all started with last year’s failed resolutions, Buff by December (we all knew that would not happen), Stay in a steady relationship, no more women, get my own place, come back to Kenya for the holidays…. In one way or another we all had resolutions some as a group, some as individuals….
Some of us made it, some did not, some of us got in too deep others got out of really sticky situations. But the one thing we all had in common is we all had our hearts broken and for some more than others it hurt beyond expression. So we thought to ourselves, maybe we were trying too hard, I mean women seem to love jackasses and maybe that’s what some of us needed to become to survive. So we toyed with the idea, that bad boy appeal and on some nights (again for some more than others) it worked, the clubs were intense and the nightlife (wildlife and all) was fair game. We had our fun some danced their way into hearts while some talked and charmed their way into skirts.
But the thing I love the most about the boys is that we all know at the end of it all you’ll always be who you are, so even on a good night when the women are either gullible or just looking for a goodnight out, the good boys stayed their limit, always knowing that after the dance they would walk away and the wolves knowing after the dance they would charm their way under that skirt. Boys will be boys, the good guy is always the good guy he’ll go home alone, if you follow him there he will show you his bed and grab a blanket, sleep on his own couch. The charmer will dance the night away and if you will not grace his bed today, on some day or other you will, it’s not a question of whether or not but of when, boys will be boys they have their ways.
We looked around, some saw an end to relationships they thought would last forever, others tried to get into real relationships and failed miserably, I guess some of us were never meant to be happy. I mean those in relations always make it look so easy; from the outside looking in you have to wonder whether bed hoping is all there is to life. Sooner or later you want something more, but I guess from resent events from the inside looking out the wolves seem to be having more fun.
For some it was one year, one woman, for others it was one year, endless women. All along we looked away from each other and forgot we were brothers, maybe with the benefit of hind sight we will remember to be our brother’s keeper. In this one year some were forced to be single, some choose to try the faithful part, both were disastrous but then life gives us few choices and forces more on us. Don know what we were thinking, I mean the good guys were happy in relationships and we all wanted something like that so even the ones who cannot last one week in a relationship tried it. In the end we all got our hearts broken, this time around when the bad boys went back to being themselves while the good boys tried the other side (that did not go so well actually it did not go at all). In 2010 life was demanding but however demanding it all is we should not have forgotten that having each other’s back will always trump everything else.
In this one year we lost ourselves, we lost our hearts and sought our souls. We lived life and most times we had our fun but life too had its moments. Sometimes I think God gets bored and plays practical jokes on us, what’s that joke again ‘If God is watching the least we can do is be entertaining’ and I bet He had His Laughs as did we. It was not the best of year, most goals went un-achieved but in the end you can only achieve so much. So we say to ourselves Next year we’ll raise our glasses and do it all over again, for the good boys there will be good girls with bad intentions and bad girls with good intentions. For the wolves who cares what kind of girl it will be as long as that skirt is pretty and hard to get under the challenge will be on.
2011 here we come good boys and wolves, 2010 took our hearts now we are taking them back and pouring our souls into them. 2010 was the year of the hustler, we hustled our way into better things materially and some would say financially, while our relationships hustled us into broken hearts. 2011 is the year that the boy becomes father to the man, in 2011 the boys will become men, we will hustle our way to financial security and material satisfaction. As for relationships who knows maybe we’ll get our hearts broken again, maybe we’ll each find that one person, maybe we'll stay away all together or maybe we’ll go up a few more skirts, who knows….
From the onset the boyz named it the year of the hustler, and in more ways than one it was. Am not the group historian nor am I the group biographer so it falls not on me to chronicle it but then again I do a lot of things that are not in my place to. So I’ll go ahead anyway.
It all started with last year’s failed resolutions, Buff by December (we all knew that would not happen), Stay in a steady relationship, no more women, get my own place, come back to Kenya for the holidays…. In one way or another we all had resolutions some as a group, some as individuals….
Some of us made it, some did not, some of us got in too deep others got out of really sticky situations. But the one thing we all had in common is we all had our hearts broken and for some more than others it hurt beyond expression. So we thought to ourselves, maybe we were trying too hard, I mean women seem to love jackasses and maybe that’s what some of us needed to become to survive. So we toyed with the idea, that bad boy appeal and on some nights (again for some more than others) it worked, the clubs were intense and the nightlife (wildlife and all) was fair game. We had our fun some danced their way into hearts while some talked and charmed their way into skirts.
But the thing I love the most about the boys is that we all know at the end of it all you’ll always be who you are, so even on a good night when the women are either gullible or just looking for a goodnight out, the good boys stayed their limit, always knowing that after the dance they would walk away and the wolves knowing after the dance they would charm their way under that skirt. Boys will be boys, the good guy is always the good guy he’ll go home alone, if you follow him there he will show you his bed and grab a blanket, sleep on his own couch. The charmer will dance the night away and if you will not grace his bed today, on some day or other you will, it’s not a question of whether or not but of when, boys will be boys they have their ways.
We looked around, some saw an end to relationships they thought would last forever, others tried to get into real relationships and failed miserably, I guess some of us were never meant to be happy. I mean those in relations always make it look so easy; from the outside looking in you have to wonder whether bed hoping is all there is to life. Sooner or later you want something more, but I guess from resent events from the inside looking out the wolves seem to be having more fun.
For some it was one year, one woman, for others it was one year, endless women. All along we looked away from each other and forgot we were brothers, maybe with the benefit of hind sight we will remember to be our brother’s keeper. In this one year some were forced to be single, some choose to try the faithful part, both were disastrous but then life gives us few choices and forces more on us. Don know what we were thinking, I mean the good guys were happy in relationships and we all wanted something like that so even the ones who cannot last one week in a relationship tried it. In the end we all got our hearts broken, this time around when the bad boys went back to being themselves while the good boys tried the other side (that did not go so well actually it did not go at all). In 2010 life was demanding but however demanding it all is we should not have forgotten that having each other’s back will always trump everything else.
In this one year we lost ourselves, we lost our hearts and sought our souls. We lived life and most times we had our fun but life too had its moments. Sometimes I think God gets bored and plays practical jokes on us, what’s that joke again ‘If God is watching the least we can do is be entertaining’ and I bet He had His Laughs as did we. It was not the best of year, most goals went un-achieved but in the end you can only achieve so much. So we say to ourselves Next year we’ll raise our glasses and do it all over again, for the good boys there will be good girls with bad intentions and bad girls with good intentions. For the wolves who cares what kind of girl it will be as long as that skirt is pretty and hard to get under the challenge will be on.
2011 here we come good boys and wolves, 2010 took our hearts now we are taking them back and pouring our souls into them. 2010 was the year of the hustler, we hustled our way into better things materially and some would say financially, while our relationships hustled us into broken hearts. 2011 is the year that the boy becomes father to the man, in 2011 the boys will become men, we will hustle our way to financial security and material satisfaction. As for relationships who knows maybe we’ll get our hearts broken again, maybe we’ll each find that one person, maybe we'll stay away all together or maybe we’ll go up a few more skirts, who knows….
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