Post Baffday Sermon

 

 

A few minutes into my birthday, I started to feel hungry.

 

I remembered buying a scotched egg earlier in the day, so I scrambled around my room till I found it. As soon as I did, I popped it into the microwave and set the timer to one minute.

 

And then, I continued to watch the cartoon I was.

 

A few seconds later, I was startled from my seat by a mini explosion from the microwave. For a few moments I was confused – and then, I realized what happened.

 

A few months ago, I bought an eggroll from a spot in my neighborhood. I got home and heated it with the microwave and settled down to eat it. I took a bite – and the egg exploded in my mouth. I shit you not.

 

For days, I walked around with raw lips. I couldn’t close my mouth completely; I couldn’t eat.

 

But I could drink. And I drank. A lot.

 

Of Monster; that is.

 

Anyways, I opened the microwave and the egg was splattered across the four corners of it. I gently closed it once again and sat at my computer once more.

 

I tell that story to say this; I’m thankful.

 

I look back and think how far I’ve come. Been through my shares of downs; nights I didn’t want to wake in the morning. The mountains are more than the valleys these days – and I’m really thankful. Really.

 

I’m just a guy from around the way – yet the way you people treat me, I start to think I’m some kind of a big deal.  Don’t get it twisted; I see these things. I try not to forget who I am; I try not to let it get to my head.

 

‘See the same sword the knight you/’s the same one they gon’ goodnight you with’.

Jay Z said that.

 

Look, I’m nowhere near where I want to be. But I’m nowhere near where I was, and it’s because I; among other things, have some of the best people in the world rooting for me.

 

How can I miss with that?

 

Thank you for your kind words. Thank you for your support and love. Thank you for the inspiration. Thank you for celebrating me and with me for years and years.

 

I’m thankful.

 

And oh, in case you missed the morale of the ‘Tale of the Scotched Egg’, this is it: imagine the egg had exploded in my belly. On my birthday morning.

 

 

No be my village pipo go get the credit?

 

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