Tuesday 24 July 2018

Respect blue-collar (waacha raahasu)


You hear most rappers claim to have started from the bottom... well, some literally started from the bottom, but some lie; you know why? There's that (street) credibility that they command by manifesting how real their struggle was.

In fact, it's nice to look at yourself in the mirror, at how far you've come, against all odds, how you broke out of an "everyday ponseh" social position to climb up the social ladder and create that "mom, I made it" moment for yourself. Fulfilling feeling, right?

Well, here too, almost every young person wants to claim that G or even OG sort of status, but unfortunately, most of these kids are ashamed of the struggles thereto. I see folks don't wanna do odd jobs not because they ain't rewarding, they just hate to be seen wearing overalls.

Skinny for instance worked as a security guard for years and I never saw him in uniform. He'd rather don his jeans, Jordan shoes, Gucci belt, uniform in a Nike backpack, to be worn only at his station, but doffs it the minute he closes.

Wish me luck in trying to make him overstand that respectability of what he does is not in what he does, but how he does and values what he does.

In the meantime, respect concrete to all who have been there, done it, or are still doing it and remain proud of their blue-collar (waacha raahasu) values, for some paper pusher that you envy also thinks it sucks to be him. Yalna sutura yaaga.

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