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Tell me what experts found out about it. I don’t care. Coke is my favourite drink. I even add coffee to it. Boom! Cold coffee is served.

If you read carefully the paragraph above you will notice the bloat in us all. We are all addicted beings. But a smoker, for example, will always feel that he is not an addict and that an addict takes even more dangerous mind-freezing drugs. As a result, addictions have brought us all to the ground. 

Allow me to speak of a smoker a little more before I can return to my favourite drink. Um, do you know that in the pockets of a modern-day smoker, you have a higher chance of finding a smartphone than a cigar? This explains it all. We are more addicted to smartphones than anything that matters to us now. So! If you can’t end a smartphone as an addiction. Give it positive use. Smartphones can be your accounting and finances department, a quick library and a bank to preserve your ideas, goals and your life’s progress if you choose the right apps. But how can you give it positive uses if you resist classifying it as an addiction?

You must know that it matters a lot to classify an addiction as one as soon as it catches up. Similar to how a modern person refuses to accept that he is addicted to a smartphone, my favourite drink, coke, was just my source of pride.

If I had classified it as an addiction earlier, you know, back in 2016 following my record of consuming seven litres of Coke it could have helped. Because, later, from 2020 to 2022, I became broke so much that dreaming of buying Coke would have been hallucinating. I failed to use that broke-phase as a tool to fight the addiction.

In an upcoming article “Addiction in layman’s terms” I will discuss “deprivation” as a means to end an addiction. Think of it it. What it is to lock an addict in a cell and let him stay there without his substance for a long period? In cases similar to mine deprivation has been as a result of lack of finances, unemployment and so on.

This is how my coke addiction started. Why not beer instead?

I grew up in a family full of violence. Once drunk my dad (who is now late) had a habit of beating mom. I had to let go of the grudge and watching him in a coffin remains the most painful thing in my life. His passage left me with a lot of lessons.

The remainder of the family, except those who were younger than me, were drunkards. Mom had a record of knocking down 32 pints of a lager back during her prime. Luckily I had already left the womb. Otherwise, I would have failed to escape this Oktoberfest alive. Granny, grandpa, uncles and aunties, were all partners in alcohol taking.

Schools are opening next Monday! A sixteen-year-old-me found himself with torn shoes that were supposed to cover my feet in the coming extra trimester. But then alcohol for the last weekend before the opening of schools was usually more than what basic two pairs of shoes asked for. Beer stripped my family of its potential progress. It was, and it remains, the village’s most educated family. However, some illiterate families managed to perform well.

My hate for beer quickly developed into my lust for Coke. An Uncle of mine (last born in my dad’s family) was like a brother to me since there was not a wider age difference between me and him. He initiated me into this substitute and soon became better at drinking coke than him.

I don’t know if Coke is still my favourite drink. I hate this drink now. I wish to quit. But I can’t.

As it stands. Coke is my favourite.