LETS HAVE FUN WHEN WE ARE STILL BREATHING

Many at times people have been wondering why I put on a smile (even though I have this smile that looks like that of an excited gorilla) every now and then. They have been having this compelling urge to know how I find it easy to laugh, even at the slightest joke. In fact they have always been filled with questioning glances whenever I seem to laugh more and longer than they find it necessary when someone cracks a joke. My friends and those close to me have never seen me angry or sad and they have been speculating how I would look if I frown. In fact some sadists have even gone to an extreme of deliberately inflicting physical and emotional torture with the hope of seeing me put on a face that will scare people out of their wits. Their efforts have been futile and they have always resignedly branded me ‘a crazy guy who have laughter free-wheeling.’
But I am not crazy. I have all my senses and I also believe that my upstairs is okay and have something worth respecting. It is only that I find laugher music to my soul. Also it is the only remaining assets that one can still use free of charge here in Kenya. To be happy was/is the main aim of the almighty creator on man and that’s why He created woman for him to make him happy all the time. I reckon God must be happy for me because I am fulfilling His wishes, though I have never been serious in attending church services, which is not a big deal since I don’t drink nor smoke, and listening to gospel songs and radio stations is my hobby, apart from having safe fun of course
I have this neighbor of mine whom I have known for 8 years and I must hereby confess that I have never seen him wear a smile at any happy opportunity. In fact I have too been wondering how his face looks like when he dreams at night, especially during those occasional utopian acts that normally leaves men cursing when they wake up.
All I am trying to say is that some people are so serious in life as if they will come out of it wielding certificates of achievements. They put on those serious faces that resemble those of scientists concentrating on a project set to unearth treatment of certain epidemic that has made me believe that my late great-grandfather won’ t long to come back to this world, he left six decades ago, or that of an athlete who aspire to break a world record in marathon. Yes it seems life is a competition, for everyone has less time to do little things that are really big things like smiling, or deriving fun.
William Shakespeare, a poet play-writer whom I am jealously feared to share lots of things in common, once wrote in one of his many books (Merchant of Venice. It was among my favorite set-books in high school) that “life is a stage and human beings are mere actors.” Everyone has his role to play. That is why nothing can be done to put smile on faces of these individuals who decide to play sad roles because their scripts have already been written. The Holy Book, that I have read all through from the Genesis to Revelation, says that, life is vanity; a chase after the wind. And it was the only reason why I resolved many years ago, when I was still in my primary school to seriously make fun of whatever rough package the life bring forth.
They say (and bright people don’t ask who) that intelligent people can make something out of nothing. Those are the likes of me who can open up the mental engines of those around, take apart every part that makes their brain, analyze them and chose to put back those parts together or leave them scattered, just for fun or as an extension of my ever-spinning crafty mind. But remember that I am not even close to being surgeon. In fact I always throw up at the sight of blood, which is a bonus because I derive fun by making other people laugh when they see me running away whenever my youngest brother (10 years younger than me) get hold of a cock’s head and cut it off with a knife, the way he does when cutting a carrot. Aaawgkh!!
Nevertheless, I believe that any average mind have a potential to explain any given educative, informative or entertaining event and/or idea for not only his/her audiences’ benefits but also as way of sharpening one’s own brainpower. Just like a body, the brain needs practice to keep it fit and furthermore to gain quick explanation of things in the path towards achieving absolute prowess in the efficiency of our IQ and of course for fun.
My mum whom I adore so much, once told me that her mum told her that as long as Kipsigis men have their black noses facing the ground, so to the ground belong to them, for in the event of their death, that is the only place they will have their final rest as they wait for who-know-what. And since that is precisely a place I will be in hundred years to come, I find it unwise be disposed wearing a serious face inside the casket after spending my entire life with the same ugly face and yet I had an opportunity to put my facial muscle to task by smiling and laughing at life. And therefore I resolved there and then to be happy and obtain fun at all cost when I still have time to.
You see, I don’t really blame those individuals with faces as hard as stone because as we all know, everyone is born with unique characters of their own. As for me, I sometimes seem to poses a weird character of thinking and speaking eccentrically after making and concluding certain weird observations. In fact I remember few years ago when I was still in high school, I advised a certain girl, who had that rare privilege to have her beauty appreciated by me but proved bigheaded to allow me to catalogue her endowment, that I knew after all that there was absolutely no difference between the shape and taste of cavity with that of an old granny. She raved madly at me, but I didn’t care because what I told her was a crystal-clear fact. Or who has anything to say about the sources of pregnancies of those madwomen who move about naked in our streets? Is it an Artificial Insemination source? No of course, our sane men who were born with unique character of their own are the source. They are the sane men who know that even though the women are mad, their cavity and its environ isn’t mad!
And that is another reason why I am extending the same advice; let’s put on a smile since the only part that should be affected by sadness should be the mind and not the face nor the heart! And no matter how haughty you may want to ignore this call of sharing your experience, views, likes and dislikes, the way I have done here, you make no difference with a dead log since it is only the mentally dead that cannot express themselves . But again I will consider you an indolent imprudent if you agreed with every bit of harangue I said here without making any effort to critique them. Who knows whether I wasn’t playing with your mind just to obtain fun?
And again I will further consider you one among dull and humourless characters who can’t even derive any form of excitement just by witnessing housefly make love right in front of your eyes. To me you will remain an unmet friend, a misery I am not willing to face but will be so much in liberty to write about, as the only fun I will derive from your unfortunate existence.
So here we go. Prove to me that the stuff beneath your skull and between your ears is fertile and can be respected. Open your heart. You have to remember that we are pilgrims on earth and whatever you won’t say here will be regretted when you will not have anything wonderful, you said or did while on earth, to reminiscence when we will be sitting around the evening fire in heaven reflecting on the funny moments we had on earth.
Therefore let’s be funny to derive fun while we are still alive!!!!!
Complied for fun by the crafty mind of Kennedy Rotich