maverick-tissue

Stop living in denial and just admit it.

You’ve always wondered just who the heck is this guy? All you know about him is that he is the first President of Mars, yet he lives at some place called Earth and that he keeps telling you to come on over - apparently Earth is a nice place to live at.

You have no clue who this dude is, and the standard “Mr. JustAGuy” reply you get when you ask about him makes you really ticked off. You walk through the streets with this really far-out lost-in-space look in your eyes because you have no clue. You stand perilously close to the edge on the platform at the station waiting for the next subway train, still with that spaced-out look in your eyes and when a member of the public pulls you away from the edge, telling you to go jump somewhere else because he has to get home to his wife and kids, thats when you turn to him and ask him in a distant voice:

Who the hell is this guy?

Cool your jets.

You could’ve just asked.

I am a dichotomy. I can be so fast n’ furious so as to leave you choking on ma dust, or I’ll be so slow and easy-going that you’ll be ripping your hair out over me. I’ll be burnin’ up the asphalt at 200 km/h and the next moment it’ll be me and my Lord, one-on-one with me in sujoud. I can be the simple farmer from Hicktown and yet be the quite detailed and sophisticated business associate driving around downtown. I can be so predictable and yet, make you fail in all your assessments of me. I can work in a team or I can go solo. I can be serious and pensive, and the next second I can be joking around and causing a ruckus. The only place you can pretty much hope to find me staying the course bi’idhnillaah is when it comes to matters involving the Deen.

Otherwise I’m a freaking maverick, and I’m on no one’s side except my own.

And don’t you forget it.