TIME TO GET A RASTAFARI FRIEND

I think, nay I believe that each and every one of needs a friend who smokes weed. Yes, I said it!! I mean, have you seen how these people are? And not the shadiest of the ‘fake Rastafari’ but the real thing? They’re like probably the most peaceful, most contented people on earth well, next to the monks.

I have one. And Jesus knows the guy keeps me in check on most things in life. He keeps me in check of what matters: the small little things and details in life that matter. Reminds me to live life as much as I want to work too hard and make a dollar, to laugh at the silliest of things even those that seem non-prudent, to basically LIVE.

I look at his life and others like he and they probably are the most hardworking people I know, the peeps can hustle Jesus!! But theirs is a clean hustle, and are the calmest souls I know. They don’t argue, they don’t scream or shout or any of those Harlem behaviors. They believe in Karma and letting her have her way with you. They believe in God fighting their battles and acknowledging that all that happens is his will and in the end it shall be well. They live on the virtue of ‘Do unto others as you’d like them to do unto you’

They really are fun people to sit and listen in on, especially during one of their ‘sessions’ lol this is their ‘Yoga’ they dig deep, at least that’s what they call it and it seems. To us, who are not in session, this normally seems like some crude joke but really come to think of it, a lot of things and facts on life come up as they partake of the holy herb through the ‘puff’.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to campaign for the ‘Holy Herb’ tsk, just to write facts on what I have seen for myself. Yes? Oh, almost forgot, a friend of mine flew in for a wedding. They were a bit late and weren’t there when some announcements were made including one that was very important as you’ll read. Due to the pangs of hunger they were facing, after a while during the reception they went straight for one of the cakes placed on platters in the room. And they had their share. He woke up a day later in hospital oblivious of what had happened the previous night. Poor guy had ingested too much of the ‘Happy Cake’. Yes, that exists. It had earlier on been announced that there was a happy cake and people should be wary when partaking and be keen on amounts. LOL the lesson here from the doctor’s mouth was: ‘Fangi diri yooraga mundu’ lol in mothertoungue. Which translates to ‘Bhang never killed anyone’

Hilarious, Yes? Don’t think so? Oh well, I don’t care.

Love and Humor,

Nyandia.