It could always be worse!

So you wake up one morning and you realise that you hate your job, or more importantly your payslip...you have a bad taste in your mouth every time you enter your neighbourhood, your female/male gives you flak about everything nowadays and you and your landlord are not just on speaking terms...you are on shouting terms.Usually making a public spectacle. So what do you do? Do you give up and go practice farming in shags? Do you take a knife to your insignificant other and tell them two months later that you don't date people with scars (they put you off!)? Do you swallow your pride and move back home to mama na baba! Or better yet, you use your last remaining savings to hire goons to get your over zealous landlord. It's not that you don't love yourself, it's just that you don't much like where your life is heading or The desert it seems to have crush landed in.

Of course if we were white, we would pull an "Eat, Pray, Love" and go discover ourselves in Africa....But wait? We are in Africa,aren't we? So when Africans get fed up with life, where do they run off to? It feels like we are getting the short end of the stick here. And everyday you feel like you are picking a shorter and shorter stick. The worst thing about such days is that you keep meeting everyone who makes your life look like it should be used to make bio gas. Everyone is content with their life. They have better jobs, better pays, better boyfriends/girlfriends, more fun workmates, live in nicer hoods, drive better cars,wear better clothes. Even your fellow workmates seem to be liking their lives significantly. Everything is always green and pretty on their side of the fence.

You never notice that their bills are higher, their fights are larger, their bosses are much worse and their grass though it may look green from your angle, the grass is just yellowing at a slower rate than yours. (At least for most of them. Some are actually just doing much much better than you)The only difference between them and you is that you don't know the size of their problems. Which is just as well, because they shouldn't know yours either.

They are probably still paying for the suit they are wearing, their girlfriends made them move to a more expensive house they are finding hard to afford, their fuel guzzler was due for service a year ago and they have a boss from a corner of hell specially reserved for the likes of Hitler and Osama. At least with you, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Look on the bright side of this coin. You're too broke to drink every weekend so your health is much better, you don't own a car and you don't service the jav you get on every day, you're too proud for your ego to allow you to let your insignificant other dictate where you live (Kama haku-like vile uko, dump their pretentious a*s), you're too ambitious to believe that this will be your last job and when you sleep at night, you know without a shadow of a doubt, that there is no way but up from here. That's the good thing of being at the pit. You see life so much more clearly. You believe you can't dig any lower so you start building upwards.You can only pity yourself so much before you realise that the pity is not paying your bills.

See your life is not too bad. It could be alot worse.