Let’s talk about death. Shall we?
I know. Death is sad. And thinking of death is something that we just don’t do as humans.
Let’s not talk about death. Let’s talk about life. What is the point of life?
When I was little, I used to think that the point of life was to grow up.
When I was in primary school, I thought that the point of life was to get more than 400 marks and go to Alliance or Nairobi School.
When I was in secondary school, I thought the point of life was to get an A and go to the University of Nairobi.
In campus, I have been thinking that the point of life is to get a first class then go ahead to make a lot of money.
Why do I want a lot of money?
Because I believe it will make me happy. I believe I will be happy driving a Benz or a Bugatti. I believe I will be happy living in Kileleshwa or Karen. I believe I will be happy taking my kids to Brookside and Pembroke. I believe I will be happy going for holidays in Malibu and Dubai.
Just as I believed that going to Alliance, then the University of Nairobi, then getting a first class… would make me happy.
But you know what? I didn’t go to Alliance or the University of Nairobi. Only very few people get to do that.
So the truth of the matter is that I probably won’t live in Kileleshwa. And I will never even touch the steering wheel of a Bugatti.
Maybe Malibu will remain only a place that I see in movies and on Google Maps.
I probably won’t be anywhere near as rich as I want to be. And the truth is, neither will you, in all probability.
[AD: Click here to join one of our WhatsApp groups and get notified every time we make a new post]
Only very few of us will live the dream life. Just like very few of us went to Alliance and the UON.
But you see the funny thing is: We all believe that we will live the dream life, one way or another. You believe that, somehow, you will be rich. Don’t you? It’s funny and if I were not in the same boat, I would laugh at you.
Omg the things we believe are so funny. For example, we know that most people our parents’ age have huge bellies. But it’s disgusting and we believe that we won’t turn out like them. We believe that somehow, at 45, we will have the bodies of Jason Statham and Jenifer Lopez. Isn’t it funny?
It’s more than funny. It’s hilarious and outrageous.
Can you imagine the tens of thousands in primary school right now who believe that they will get into Alliance?
Can you picture the numerous couples in campus who believe that somehow, their relationships will not end? Should we tell them the truth?
But then it stops being funny.
Someone somewhere is dying as you read this. That person is aged 3 or 10 or 25 or 40 or 60 or 80. You see, yesterday, the person aged 25 probably believed he would live at least until 50. But today, he is dying. Tomorrow, he will be dead at 25.
Someone somewhere was raped by a good person. A certain girl was raped by her father. A certain boy was raped by a certain religious figure. A certain campus chic was raped by a guy she considered her best friend. You see, contrary to what we believe, it turns out that you can be raped by a good person.
So what is the point of believing in falsehood? Why do we insist on believing that we will live to the ripe old age of 70? Why do we insist on believing that certain people can be rapists because they are bad and others can’t be rapists because they are good?
Why do we insist on believing that we will go to Alliance and that we will be rich?
What’s the truth?
You didn’t make it to Alliance. You didn’t make it to the UON. You won’t get a first class. You won’t be young and rich and successful. You won’t be a billionaire like Zuckerberg. You won’t make it to 70 or 60 or 50 or 40 or… Nothing will go the way you think it will go.
But of course you will tell me that I am wrong. You will tell me that I can’t know. Who the fuck do I think I am?
So let me give you the truth you want to hear:
You will get a first class. You will be a billionaire before 30. You will marry a super model. 30 years into your marriage, even though you will have kids, the two of you will still look like Beyonce and Jason Statham. You will live wherever you want to live, maybe in Diani. You will own at least a Benz if not a Bugatti. And of course, you will live to be whichever age you choose, let’s say 80. And of course, you will not get divorced because unlike those fools who get divorced, your marriage will be different. It will be perfect.
I choose not to take that load of crap.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s entirely possible that you will live to be 80 and that your spouse will never cheat on you and that you will have all the money you need etc.
But it’s also entirely possible that nothing will go the way you want it to go. And I’m here to tell you that that is not such a bad thing.
I mean, come on. Do you regret not going to Alliance? I know I don’t. I went to a simple district school that was not more than twenty meters away from my home. And I loved it there. In fact, I had been fed up with life in boarding school so I really enjoyed it.
My dear reader… the point of life is not to go to UON. It’s not to live in Kilimani.
The point of life is not to live until you are a 100 and have great grandchildren.
You have no control over any of that. You can work your ass off and still be poor. I know that doesn’t make sense to you. But believe me or not, every old person you see also wanted to be super rich when he or she was young. That man who you think didn’t make a very good choice in a wife also wanted to marry a beautiful girl. Your father would have liked for you to study abroad.
But it wasn’t up to him. And it’s not up to you either.
But I have good news. There is something that is up to us; that is under our control: our happiness, our now.
Right now, you have chosen to read this article. Please, if it is not making you happy, go do something else that will make you happy.
Yes, it’s important to study for your first class. It’s important to live a healthy life. It’s important to believe in the goodness of people.
But it’s even more important to know that you can give your best and not get that first class. You can live a healthy life and die at 24. A good person can rape you.
What happens if you focus all your life on getting a first class and you don’t? What happens when you do everything in your power but you still don’t end up being like Zuckerberg? What happens when your dear uncle, who is a good person by all means, rapes you?
You will have lived a lie.
I’m tired of typing.
See you next Sunday.
Your happiness now is all that really matters. For all you and I know, maybe I won’t be here to write the next article. But I’m here today and writing this, no matter what you think of it, has made me happy.
Also remember… Just because a person is good doesn’t mean they can’t rape you.
Call men dogs all you want. Campaign against rape culture all you want. Do whatever you want. But most importantly, remember that even good people can be rapists.
If you liked this, share it. Your share today will make it possible for me to write tomorrow. And as usual, the conversation continues on the DeChat App for Kimathi comrades. Do you think I’m crazy? Do you agree with me? Make a post on DeChat with the hashtags #dekutrends and #SiliconEditorial. If you’re yet to download the app, click here to get it on PlayStore.