LOVE IN THE CLUB

It is more of a norm these days that youngsters colour their weekend
with clubbing, partying, travelling and quite a handful others do it
the praise and worship way or just indoors.
Talking about clubbing, different youngsters go to different clubs for
different reasons at different occasions.
However, there is a mob of us youngsters hosting bundles of decayed
morals to the point that we throng these clubs with our zippers down
or legs apart. Come on guys, why stoop so low? It is quite a concrete
fact that when one sips a bottle or so much more of liquor, the
functioning of the brain slows down; it is either one becomes extra
lively or ultra dormant beyond realms of normality.
Hey guys, we do not have to suffocate our life span just because of
reckless, immature and hasty decisions. Life is good, so it is
believed but definitely, a good person decorates life with all the
goodness it deserves and consequently reality transforms into ‘life is
best’. It is disgusting to learn that a crop of other young people
subscribe to the notion that clubbing is an aborted reality without
pulling the zipper down or laying legs apart. Really? Love in the
club? Goodness gracious!
Hate it or love it, just a fraction of some recklessness over this
weekend and the others to come, would crack us to the bones. As
youngsters, we must make sure that whatever we do today and now makes
our tomorrow a better and shining reality, sparkling with hope and
buoyancy. Surely, it is next to impossible to win the race against the
so called life’s luxuries and sweet nothings.
Verily, verily I say unto you, fun brings joy but at the same time it
can breed a bucket full of tears. As eyes are rolling down knitting
these lines of words into sentences, other youngsters would hum a
testimony of being victims of love in the club.