The village drunkard

Am sitting by the road side.It has been twenty minutes and am already exhausted.The noise, the screeching of vehicles,the beeping damn am not enjoying this.The village has a way of getting me to love it though.The more I sit here the more I appreciate how much this society has grown.We used to play by the roadside and it was safe because there were countable vehicles plying this route.Today in the last few minutes there has been four tractors,eight vehicles,three lories and  give tea company vehicles.I can’t count motorbikes,there are too many of them.Here is why this makes me so happy.My village hasn’t stayed the same ,it has grown.I can hear a drunkard man making a lot of noise.I think his is a mental case.He is old enough he has grandchildren even.But he is here , insulting nobody in particular about nothing in particular. That’s not even all if it,he is walking towards where I am.As a person who grew up protected from seeing what a drunkard looks like ,I am not even scared of him.As a doctor though,I am scared for him.He looks wasted like his skin is really dry,he has really thin for his height and he’s not walking steady.For the number of vehicles passing through here ,it’s a miracle he is still alive.I guess each person had their own day.This one needs help and more than that he needs to accept that he has a problem.Alcohol is an illusion.You think you are okay ,you think you have it all under control,but what one  really needs is to let go off the control.To accept that it has started to control you. Needing help takes strength.It takes strength to accept that you need help.This man may not know it but his life is wasting away so fast he can’t control it.Am sitting by the road side.It has been twenty minutes and am already exhausted.The noise, the screeching of vehicles,the beeping daamn am not enjoying this.The village has a way of getting me to love it though.The more I sit here the more I appreciate how much this society has grown.We used to play by the roadside and it was safe because there were countable vehicles plying this route.Today in the last few minutes there has been four tractors,eight vehicles,three lories and  give tea company vehicles.I can’t count motorbikes,there are too many of them.Here is why this makes me so happy.My village hasn’t stayed the same ,it has grown.I can hear a drunkard man making a lot of noise.I think his is a mental case.He is old enough he has grandchildren even.But he is here , insulting nobody in particular about nothing in particular. That’s not even all if it,he is walking towards where I am.As a person who grew up protected from seeing what a drunkard looks like ,I am not even scared of him.As a doctor though,I am scared for him.He looks wasted like his skin is really dry,he has really thin for his height and he’s not walking steady.For the number of vehicles passing through here ,it’s a miracle he is still alive.I guess each person had their own day.This one needs help and more than that he needs to accept that he has a problem.Alcohol is an illusion.You think you are okay ,you think you have it all under control,but what one  really needs is to let go off the control.To accept that it has started to control you. Needing help takes strength.It takes strength to accept that you need help.This man may not know it but his life is wasting away so fast he can’t control it.