Have you ever allowed someone to make an enemy for you?

Well that’s what it felt like, every time he did something bad to someone. The looks I would get from people like, I did all that evil to them. He would stab them if they didn’t comply, and take whatever they had; wallet, phone, even clothes. He did not do it alone, but he would always be the one they know.

Sometimes he would just watch the robbery but get caught alone. He was an angry dog who attacked and left you shocked. People feared him. Thank God he never killed anyone; he only left scar marks. I’m glad he never showed me that side of him.

I’m sorry to those he hurt. I do hope they forgave him; he was only human and was in a lot of pain. I am not saying to condone what he did; of course that does not justify his actions.

If they say life is a test, I ask, where is a tutor for us? He, like everyone, never had someone to teach him about life. Like most, he found things out on his own. He hurt many people, Lord have mercy! For he, like many, sinned.
Many people would come to report his actions to his mother. He did this and that and finally he would go to jail and come back again. If he got chased, he was like a cheater; fast, to a point that you don’t know where he went. Ever seen many cops patrolling for one person with guns and dogs?

Man, what a life he lived.

But don’t judge a book by its cover. It may look bad as hell on the outside, but try and read it, you would be surprised. I would say that was how Bhuti was, a book; mean and hard on the outside, but from chapter to chapter, there was something new each day.

It was like he was saying to his family, “Although my actions may affect you, they are not intended to hurt you.” He was vicious to the outside world but an angel at home. He was loving, caring and very supportive. Strange huh? Although he robed people, did some bad things and went to prison countless times, he like everyone else, wanted to know he was cared for, loved and had a place to call home.

There is this Chris Brown song called Home, I feel like he wrote it for the both of us.

I wanna go back to my home
I just wanna go back to where I came from
And if I knew then what I know now
I would change so

Although we were still in the same home, the times had changed. They changed a broken home to an even more broken home. The world was no longer what it was and life was a harder struggle. We were all sinking in the same boat. It was up to us to jump to another before we all got in the deep. We can choose how we live, how we do good things that will benefit others. But he kept doing the same things, making the same mistakes.

When he came from jail he would say he was going to change. I admit he tried and got a job and did his time. But every time he did a good thing, it never lasted. He went back to his old ways. And when people turned their backs on him, he got mad, asking why we left him in jail and did not bail him out?

Dude, it’s your hundredth time! It’s funny how you want us to forget and think about you, when you ain’t thought for us when you messed up. Your so called friends never visited when you got caught doing the deeds with them. Who is to blame, broer?