I have always been of the opinion that those who keep reminding us to always choose happiness do not know what they are talking about. That you cannot ‘choose to be happy no matter what’ because that’s not how life works. When you wake up one morning to a text of your girlfriend breaking up with you, you don’t draw the curtains, stick your head outside the window, let fresh air drift across your face and whisper, “You know what? I choose to be happy!” Or when you spend the whole day in the office fantasising about the leftover Ugali-Omena in your fridge only to get home and find that the man masquerading as your bae has eaten it and not even done the dishes, that you’ll smile and say, “I will not let this heinous act come in the way of my happiness. I, Florida Nekesa, choose to be happy!”
No, that’s not how things work. You slum the fridge door shut and match to the living room where he will be seated, watching something on TV, and give them a proper dress down.