I knew this kid that was born to my brother. He was a nuisance, that kid. Never sat in one place. Slave feet, he had. His mama always told us he’d represent our nation on the international stage.
When he was a boy of 11, he started showing a flair for academics and music. He started listening to Hip Hop and exploring people’s trials and tribulations. He was top of his class, all the time. Never missed out on anything. He was kind of a loner, this kid. Never could make a lot of friends. He also had a knack for ending up head over heels for women way beyond his league. But he was a good kid.
When he was in 10th grade, this straight-A scoring, lonely little kid who had no one to talk to, to share his feelings with, went from an antisocial personality to a social creature. His life turned upside down when he came into contact with other creatures like himself. He had friends, now. To share his feelings with. Who’d always have his back through his tough phases. Who’d do anything for him.
Mentally, this kid transformed from a 5-year old who would skate over a powdered floor to a teenager who had responsibilities to fulfil and people to take care of and people who’d take care of him.
The only thing he had not experienced yet was reality. See, all this happened from blooming age of 5 to his initial adolescent age. His parents had protected him from the evils of society. His own mentality had blocked him out of any such interactions that would lead him astray. But how long could they keep him safe from the outside world?
They could see their little baby bird growing wings and showing an eagerness to spread them and soar on the clouds. Their instincts told them that they should check their child’s flight from the beginning and make sure that he doesn’t fly too far away. But at some point of time they had to introduce him to the real world. How long could they keep their baby’s wings pinned? He wanted to fly and they let him take flight for the first time when they let him go out with his friends. They wanted him to feel independence. They wanted him to experience life. They wanted him to enjoy life a little bit. But little did they know that this decision of theirs would come back to haunt them for the rest of their short lives.
His behavior started changing. He went from mama’s sweet and obedient boy to the rebelious young kid who wouldn’t take no for an answer. His face wasn’t the same anymore. It was always flushed red. He’d gotten into bad company.
In the end, even the good kid fell prey to the m.A.A.d city