The blame game

The first stop Gotti made was at the Black Kettle - a little snack joint in his neighborhood they prefer to call Café, but upon second thoughts he decided to move on to a bigger and a popular place, preferably a restaurant where his chances of making it would be more of a possibility than a probability.

Ever since his keen resolve to accept responsibility for every action and inaction of his, he’s been keener on making it materialize before dawn. He is resetting sail. He is tired of blaming his parents for his predicament and has resolved to redirect his venom to any unsuspecting entity. It has to be someone other than himself or his family.

Courts are lined up with aggrieved parties seeking redress for something they ought to have been

responsible for and School drop-outs are blaming their teachers for cracking the whips. In other instances, folks are cussing and blaming stuck doors that won’t open upon their shove and drunk drivers are blaming the Ministry of Roads and Highways for deliberately digging potholes in the middle of the streets. Likewise, ill-prepared folks who get themselves stranded and beaten by the rains are blaming the Weatherman for not ensuring clarity in his reports and Workers Unions are also suing their employers as though there were no agreements before their engagements and nothing seems to make sense.

The country is rife with non-existent jobs and the question has moved from who is being lazy or not, so he has to be strategic enough to get by. By all means necessary he has to keep his head above the water levels. Everybody is blaming the President, just somebody, and here he was blaming his poor Parents all the while.

He loathed himself for being oblivious of the obvious. And, how come no one has prompted him that it was unhealthy to be responsible for every action and inaction of his, all these while? Gbetor m3 nyo! Could this possibly explain why the newlywed who lives next door is always blaming their families for putting them to it without accepting responsibility for still being together and Frankie also holding on steadfastly to religion so he can easily blame his faith for his ineptitude and shortfalls? 

Why does the truth make one feel like a fool, because that is what he is feeling right now.

Enough is enough! He is going to make some money tonight from being irresponsible for his actions. And when all is said and done, he will compensate his parents with thirty percent of his Judgement debt for all the wrongful accusations and the blame game and keep the rest of the seventy percent for himself. The thoroughly planned and much awaited road trip with his fiance has to finally come off before the week ends. The thoughts of them jollying about, only succeeded in strengthening his resolve and it must come to pass!

He finally slowed down and stretched his neck to see if there were oncoming vehicles upon reaching his destination. You can never tell, so he is being extremely cautious. He cannot risk being knocked off by one reckless driver who will deny him his due and additionally blame him for being the cause, so he looked to the left, then to the right and finally to the left again before crossing over to the entrance of the busy restaurant.

He pushed the door gently and entered, quite nervous but resolute. He will not entertain any cold feet now, so he moves straight to one of the empty spots in the room. He is about to order a cup of hot tea and spill it on himself and sue someone. Simple as that! And backed by a good Lawyer, he is certain of being compensated at all cost. It is just a matter of time and the owners of the place would be begging him to drop all the charges he intends to raise against them. His Grande launch into this countrywide blame game only made him relish the days ahead.

Let the games begin...

“Waaiiter!” he called out to no one in particular and leaned back into his chair with a smirk on his face.
 
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