Where I come from, they
say: “gohrr, susi johm jogay, dara desatu fa” - when a man loses his sense of
worth, he has nothing left. Me... I say when a guy loses his man code, he’s
what Kevin Hart calls a mitch. And if he’s as selfish, then he’s a mieech -
that’s a portmanteau of mitch and leech. OASN, this is why, today, we have more
mitches snitching than bitches ditching and that itches like, where do stitches
go when you need one – grrr, hitch!
In the past, if you rat
out on a brother, or you don’t see his sister or ex- as off limits unless he’s
cool with it, you get yourself a bottle of whoopass after dinner. Today, all
that’s permissible. When I was a boy, when a hangout gets busted and X caught
with a joint, Y goes all out to bail him out. He doesn’t, in his bid to
delegate the code say he’s lost his ID, like most today will say: ‘chaa, star!
Mann suma ID card ba reer.’ Mtcheew, that’s why I ride alone - usually!
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