“We were Kings once.” I heard my Dad say with pride but at the same time a glint of hurt in his voice. If you ever met Biodun Sowumi, he is an impressive persona even in his maturity as a Father of two, he has always endeavoured to share wisdom with his children, as well as their friends. In a a weird way, he always gave the impression when speaking to the youth that they were his legacy. He did so with almost no desire for appreciation or payment for his troubles. We’ll come back to that later though.
Currently it’s 2018, and I have lost five good friends, and almost lost my god brother. Nonetheless I still find hope in the human condition. I still feel like a lot of people if only for a while can realise their own potential, they could become twice the person i am right now. But I feel like energies are a strong factor in making these strides. The problem is that people are looking to be given positive energy only to dish negative energy. I’ve been guilty of it but I got round it, not necessarily to myself but I always try to push able people in the right direction. I’m just lucky my family name is most likely stronger than most, for example I don’t tell him but, my younger bro inspires me more than most people because being a young positive male in LDN right now as trivial as it seems, is dangerous.
Dangerous!?! Why has being positive in this day and age become dangerous?! The current state of kids killing kids, acid attacks has become painfully common. But we were Kings once. I love that idiom. I never thought much of the word King though. Mainly because as a man if I couldn’t demand the presence my father had when he was my age, I could never call myself a King. KONG always made sense. KONG was the callouses in my hands from the gym. KONG was the blood dripping from my mouth, when I wouldn’t back down to bullies. KONG would be me being called monkey on the way home from primary. KONG was a working class teenager who took pride in being Camden born and Harlesden raised. KONG was the brat who caused his parents grief, when teachers would openly recommend my Mum to give up on me an Parents Evenings. I was never a fxcking KING.
I was KONG.
However I wouldn’t necessarily disagree with my father on this, I would just say.
“We were STRONG once.