The Daily Dose x #FamilyFirst

Family.

We don’t get to choose these people. They don’t even get to choose us. We sort of all just “happen” to each other. That kinda genetic gamble, as with most high risk improbabilities, can either work out absolutely amazing or incredibly fucked.

I guess I got lucky.

One side of my family is massive and spread out all over the world, the other side is not as big and pretty much concentrated in Zimbabwe. I love both sides, they fill my soul with different things. On the one hand, I find I only love people because of the crazy bunch of folks on my mama’s side . . . on the other side I’ve found my sense of responsibility and duty from my father’s side.

One without the other and I fear I’d be a lot more messed up in the mind than I already am. They are the walls my insanity has the pleasure of bouncing off. Without any of them I doubt I’d be able to cope with this crazy world.

Sadly, its very rare that I get to be around so many of them at the same time, but when we get together my soul sings and my heart bows to the heavens. I find God in their eyes and forever in their hugs and kisses.

As I type this, I’m in Zambia . . . with my grandma, my mama, and The Auntie Team . . . them plus all my siblings. They call me brother. On this side of the family I’m the oldest of all the kids. The little girls play on my back and beg and plead for me to throw them in the air “just one more time” . . . the boys look up to me and all secretly wanna be rappers too now, I warn them against this . . . but they don’t hear me though

This is my world. They remind me that all of this, all of this is a gift and blessing . . . one which we get to share, not forever . . . but while we still have time. And that right there is EVERYTHING.

I’m ready for my close up.

I’ve been afraid and almost jaded by the thought of “making it” . . . frightened to shit that this cruel ugly world may chew me up and spit me out broken and battered. But that’ll never happen, cos these people right here will catch me before I fall.

Thank you. I feel safe now.

The Year Of The Amazing is back on . . . I’m sorry that I even doubted the mission, I’m sorry that I left you high and dry . . . I’m sorry that I neglected my team, my fans and myself.

But I’m back, and this time I ain’t leaving till the race is won.

I shall be King, and this SHALL be my world.

Bye.

Tehn