Khat

It was as if they lived in eternal present when I walked through the dim lighted door. Everything seemed normal except when they flashed their sodden and decayed teeth at me. They all looked alike, same age and complexion. I stood at the edge of the room and glanced at the crowd to wave at them. After all they were my uncles and distant relatives. There was a plastic bag, unwashed plates, and dirty cups strewn in the room. I could feel there was a presentiment for absolute disaster that was unfolding in my eyes. My uncle unique voice and magical solution to every problem in the world could be heard from the downtown streets. It was as if he was addressing a crowd of rowdy college student boycotting classes. His monstrous solutions to every problem in the world have hatched from the toxicities of his fetid brain. All this time I was wondering if they knew the side effect of the noxious goat leaf they were chewing. They all looked to me unduly confident people who knew what they were doing.


Perhaps, I thought to myself, god has made this goat leaf their source of past time and income generating scheme. Then I thought, wait a minute; god is not capable of making a venomous tree as a source of income and past time to his creation. An active voice drummed on my ear; it a choice dumb asss! But how can a whole generation of people without check or restraint indulge in a recklessly action of using a drug? I was warped in a dull situation and praying to god that my children will one day break the circle of this goat leaf that has engulfed my people.I left the room as if I was alluding the awkwardness of my uncle solution to every problem in the world when he chewed the green stuff!