No feeling beats gatecrashing in other’s spaces once in a while and leaving them agog and gawking in bemusement.
“It’s kinda dope,” as street cred would have us believe.
Some people, however develop an anticipation of your uninvited visits, so to speak, as they become used to your rude antics.
That is the life of a columnist. It is not uncommon to be stopped in the street by someone to give you an “educated”opinion on your most recent piece.
Then there are those who suggest topics for future columns. You also learn to take any form of criticism and move on. Heck, I’ve even opened myself up to accusations of homophobia.
I should think I was handed this platform all those many years ago to share my thoughts with the broader public. To inform, educate and entertain.
More so the last, seeing we live in dreary times. So what harm could a mere mortal like me revisit on the hoi polloi in Visionland?
I am On The Run, literally. On July 6, in a column titled “Lower Crossroads, what’s in a name”, I lambasted the notoriety that this township- of which I have been a resident for as long as I can remember- is gaining. Lower Crossroads has gained a reputation as a crime-cum-alcohol-cum- drug abuse little realm, and for the assortment of weapons possessed by the young.
It is a source of trepidation for all its dwellers.
Granted, crime is a national scourge and should be condemned by all patriots.
But at the current rate, it does not seem that the stigma attached to Lower Crossroads and its anomalies will ever go away.
People are dying daily at the hands of merciless miscreants it’s not funny anymore.
We are so fearful that we speak in hushed tones about these evil deeds. What are we actually doing about the blood on our streets, where even the rain is so scarce it is hardly washed away?
Oh yes, I got it! ... Leave it to the community leaders, whose personal interests and gains at times far surpass those of the community they purportedly serve.
I’ve decided to do as a small effort towards bettering my surroundings.
I was having a cold one the other day and realised that, in all honesty, not everyone in Lower Crossroads is a criminal.
There are a lot of individuals who are doing good for the community and in their particular fields, and so why should we not shine a spotlight on them, celebrate them and their little victories?
What stops us from chronicling the struggles that shaped them into the people that they have turned out to be, I thought.
I plan to sit down and lend my ear to these folks as they share their stories of triumph over adversity. Such is the spunk and the verve.
Where these conversations take place is not a matter of course.
I also believe this will help me know the place I call ‘home’ better, for it is a community that seems hell-bent on springing a surprise on us every day, in a different manner.
One of the ways to fight negativity, I believe, is to trump positivity.
This series of articles will be called Lower Case, because a case needs to be made for Lower Crossroads, just the same way as when someone points a gun in your face and you go to the police station to open an attempted murder Case.
I should think every case that is opened with the police is treated with all the care and attention it deserves, and so, similarly, we should own the Case for Lower Crossroads.
Preps, just perhaps, the Kasi’s name does deserve to be written in Lower Case, if events there are anything to go by.
I hope that, after reading these inspiring stories from their peers and role models, the young ones from this township and elsewhere will walk away feeling motivated and possessed of a desire to do something to change their lives. It’s never too late.
To the loyal readers of On The Run, I say adios!. But I want to use this space to tell the story that has never been told, which some call half the story, as I would say, to borrow a line from reggae poet I Roy. Lets tell it!