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Modern Day Judas.

Sitting on my bed after missing today's classes and knowingly missed calls from group members is a young man trying to examine life. Quietly, thinking of what life would have been without Judas. Relax, stop giving your two cents already, let me enjoy the art of my pen flowing.

Would Jesus still have been alive? I hear that it is written that he boasted of being powerful over death. What would have happened to Simon Peter after vehemently denying to know the Son of Man? Would Thomas still be famous for doubting the man he followed and entrusted with his spiritual life?

Enough of those thoughts lest this Sunday Christians accuse me of questioning religion like they are used to. In modern life, we still have such people. The Judas and Simon Peters of our time. Those who will disown you just to see themselves succeed. You will see them copy paste selfish captions so as to be perceived as intelligent.

Hey, I am not ranting, in fact am happy for the fact that God denied such people the art of creating words out of every situation, the world would have been at a much sorry state than it is.

Be aware of friends who tend to distant themselves when things are not working for you. Better that who openly tells you " mtaachana tu" than the one who retires to his gossip group after a break up and say " kwani alidhani watafika mbali?".

Stay away from those people who will come and visit you at your place and joke with you on how stoned you are and immediately starts a broadcast, telling everyone how you are on the verge of dropping out of campus just because you find comfort in steaming out rather than emptying bottles like him.

Lets leave these toxic people in October, for November is so tired to handle such negativity. Someone great once said, you learn in the most  informal settings. Choose where to learn from but remember, putting your trust in a society occupied by people who their ancestors crucified Christ who was to deliver them is like leaving an open whiskey bottle with my friend Norman.

It has been a long Monday, let me get up and type some group assignment before my group members forget of the time I submitted group take always in time and start using words that depict me as a lazy confused comrade.

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