Prescriptions

They said I am too emotional and weak. I became strong and indifferent. They called me headstrong and wicked.

They labelled me lean. I gained some weight. They called me fat, ugly and unattractive.

They called me jobless. I got a job. They said he earns peanuts. I got a better paying job. They said he will never make it in paid employment. I left paid employment. They said he is never gonna break even as an entrepreneur. I said let’s see.

I said I wanted to follow my passion. They warned that I will die of hunger unless I followed theirs. I foolishly followed theirs. They said I am suffering from crowd mentality and bandwagon syndrome.

I chose to remain single. They called me gay and shy. I chose to fall in love, they all ran far away. I tried to woo some. They screamed ‘ashawo’ from a distance.

I chose to rant. They labelled me a noisemaker for my incessant rants. I became quiet. They labelled me ‘that randy snobbish dude’.

I stayed in my cubicle to access life from a point of solitude. They called me arrogant and self-indulgent. I started to come out more often so as to mingle just fine. They said he has demystified himself, lost his value and has become too available.

I fell ill again. The doctor gave me some more prescriptions. I looked at it, smiled and tore it to shreds.

“Fuck all your prescriptions,” I said.