Brokeness, lies and the resultant unintended good habits.

Brokeness will make you do many things unintentionally. Things that actually turn out to be good lifestyle habits. Usually, it is a result of ego and the desire to maintain a certain impression your friends and family have of you. You’ll admit to brokeness every once in a while but you do not want their pity so you’ll lie to them and to yourself the rest of the time. As a struggling entrepreneur, I’ve had my fair share of brokeness episodes and heard from others who have been in similar situations about the covers used.
For example, thanks to brokeness, you’ll lose a significant amount of weight and tell everyone it’s this new diet you are on where you only eat one meal a day to avoid obesity and weight-related health problems. What you won’t tell them is how this one meal is usually dirt cheap from some kafunda that has questionable hygiene that has more health risks than excessive weight will ever have. I mean, you are happy about the weight loss but the price at which it comes is nonti cool at all. You’d rather have lost it as some fancy gym. Either way, no pain no gain.
There is also the lie about fasting alcohol and drinking soda and water only yet the reality is it makes sense to buy two sodas at the price of one beer. Usually by the time you resort to this one, your people have bought you enough rounds and a ka guilt about never returning the favour has crept in and taken residence in your heart. You might sink so low into this brokeness rut that you can’t afford soda and so the new tale for not hanging out with your friends becomes how you now to prefer to stay at home and enjoy some ‘me’ time, yet you have no trace of introvertedness in your DNA. Still, your liver is much happier for this new development, unless you resort to sachets to achieve the high.
A few others include using a katorchi and telling people you do not want to be one of those people that is addicted their smartphone, yet you are always borrowing theirs to check mail and facebook. I’ve also heard and used the one where you say you a now a minimalist to explain why you have few possessions and never seem to have new clothes. You might also start to suffer from an early onset of Alzheimer where you turn up at BYOB house parties without a drink and birthday parties without presents (there is nothing particularly good about this one but sometimes the FOMO just has to be obeyed at whatever cost ). Brokeness really does make you a creative liar.
My most recent brokenness episode forced me to adopt a healthy habit I wasn’t physically and mentally prepared for. I found myself in town with my transport home short by a few coins. Instead of calling someone to help out, I decided this was the time to make the best of the situation and do some walking. Walking has always been my best form of exercise and I haven’t been doing as much of it as I’d want of late. So I figured I’d walk half the distance and then grab a taxi for the rest of it.
After 100m, I was already panting. 500m in and I already had my first muscle pull. By the time I finished the halfway distance and entered the taxi, tears of exhaustion were freely flowing down my face. I’m still not sure if there were tears or the waterfalls of sweat that were coming from the top of my head. In the morning, my legs were experiencing entirely new levels of pain. On the positive side, though, I’ve now properly resumed walking regularly and my body feels much better thanks to brokeness.
Brokeness my old friend, hopefully, I’ll one day abandon you properly and maybe just check on you once in a while for old times sake. But in the meantime, our adventures and experiments with the truth continue. My only hopes are that I don’t turn into one of those chaps that are obviously overcompensating once they have escaped from your tight grip, and that I manage to keep some of the good habits you have forced on me.


Written by Byagaba Roland

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