Adulthood rather reminds of bitter drugs we were forced to take as kids whenever we got sick. The good old days when "Awilo" made us grin with explosive joy. December clothes and shoes were annual prizes won after a good first term performance. We all knew once our feet were 'broom measured' a brand new pairs were coming. It was a fashion competition, the walkways were set and we always wanted to compete. Nowadays, we can only move forward "olding this old", as kids we felt caged and adults were the ones free, but the truth is that adults are criminals serving a life sentence, their only crime being growing up. These days most of us cry ourselves to sleep, feeding an insatiable black hole of desire and goals, you think you have achieved something, the next goal robs you of joy and gratitude. Constantly faking smiles, anxiety is the perfect party crasher, and a feeling of emptiness that's often hard to loose. In our naivety as kids, we billed the adults, expected so much from them, I wish the younger me can come and see what billing has done to me, a bloody leech on the body of every serving inmates. We spend most of this adulthood lost, trying to figure ourselves out, learning to love, learning to break into tiny pieces, learning to heal or if we can't, we learn to live with it. In this adulthood, one thing is constant, moving forward, no matter how battered you're, life goes on. Most times it feels like we are part of an underground endless fight to the death event, you are mostly up against an opponent bigger in size, strength and better in skill, you can't win, you just have to stay in the fight as long as you can, and avoid as much blow as you can, the longer you stay in the fight, the better. I'm an inmate like you , knuckle bruised and tired of being tired, so I end my loud thoughts here, as we all look forward to what the future holds.