I had a friend named Johny, a talented rugby player. He was a winger and all sorts of praises would shower on him after every match.
He would get wet with complements. Truly, I knew he was headed to the national team straight from high school.
My buddy had his ball game on lock, but at the same time, he was in love with coke. All the stuff that trail with it, the drugs and hard stuff.
He would spit slang with his gang, and all the funds, pocket money now, would just drain.
One morning, a weekday that is, Johny got a letter intending to have him in the local club, stating how they hoped he would accept the offer.
Alas! John accepted the offer and chose to join the rugby club, his childhood dream, rather than do dumb stuff instead, to hell with the drugs!
He made his mind. After several months, he gained form and was a hell of a winger, now everybody fell in love with him, ladies and gents, especially when he did his thing in the field.
I knew he was now on the verge of signing a big deal either with the national team or a foreign club.
At 22, Johnny's life looked miraculously awesome, a superstar status, I would refer to it. Sadly Johnny was hooked to a chic that was not good news, a party animal who under-dressed to impress. Skimpy dresses and night club was like oxygen to her. I admit, she was pretty though.
One night after a game, Jonhy’s club won, he took her for a ride after she pleaded in a super bike.
That's the same night that she watched Johnny's career die after falling off a cliff at super speed.
A broken arm and fractured limbs is Johnny’s state now. He is now home, wishes he wouldn’t be there in the first place.
The party animal is nowhere to be seen but only heard.
Dear friends, like Shad Moss always says, " When you got big dreams, keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the way side, just reach for the sky.
Maybe, Johny at 33, would now raise Kenya's flag high.