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DAILY
ROUTINE
By Nachi Aguboshim, (Nachi,
like most African Children born in the diaspora
is trying to redefine himself.
He writes with passion and an open mind. Nachi
is an intern at the youth desk of African Echo
media group.) |
It’s the dawn of a new day the cool breeze creeps through the small crack in your window as the harsh air hits your face; you fight frantically not to recognize it.
Suddenly the alarm explodes with a crescendo of clatter. Your mind tries to capture the now distinct memory of your harmonious dream, if it was indeed harmonious.
Moving your body up right you gather yourself, it is now you realise that you’re awake and yes it is time for work. It becomes clear that you have to be hasty to avoid the morning rush though time isn’t with you, the panic of being late again clearly is. Rushing to the bathroom you engage in a bath that is so brief that the crust imbedded in your eyes and the bacteria covering your body still remains, but for some reason that is oblivious to you, or is it?
You frantically burst out of the bathroom, with water running down your body, the door of your bedroom gets closer and closer. Flying through it you take time to think, where are my clothes? Logic clearly isn’t part of your routine, looking down underneath your feet it becomes clear that your clothes lay exactly where you left them last night. In your eyes they are still clean nothing more then a quick iron and a spray of aftershave to bring them back to their former glory. Energised, to some extent you embark downstairs, for the kitchen, the lack of time has made the once contagious scent of food no longer a big enough incentive for you to fully indulge in breakfast, I will pick something up on the way in, you say, as you leave the house. Finally your journey can begin, you look down at the hands on your watch to see them recklessly racing forward, the idea of being late is once again fixed securely in your mind. You try to maintain your composure and stop yourself from perspiring at such an early stage in the day, however all composure is throw firmly out of the window as your mind wonders as to how many more times can you be late? You take a crack at readjusting yourself and begin to run in an attempt to catch the 8:15am train, a train that you have missed every day since your very first day of work. In all the commotion you totally forget to pick up something to eat, however the roar emitting from your stomach is the least of your worries, as your running has resulted in you losing your battle against perspiration. However to your credit you did manage to catch the congested 8:15am train. The beads of sweat now illuminate your face and facial expressions, it would appear that time may be on your side, but that isn’t the case there are delays at London Bridge, tick, tock the clock is ticking.
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With much haste you emerge from the train, feeling shocked that you’re late again you attempt not to acknowledge your appearance, possible aroma and the fact that other people may already be aware of these factors.
Arriving at work you feel as though you are the unluckiest person in the world, and to add fuel to the fire you have left behind your work for your presentation, that doesn’t go down particularly well with your boss or your work colleagues. Sitting down at your desk you are already daydreaming about your lunch break, two happy meals and a coffee should hit the spot.
Lunchtime creeps up and your mouth is like a swimming pool of saliva, as you embark to Mc Donald’s your boss calls you back to have a serious talk about your lack of commitment the two-hour meeting, takes a serious strain on your mind and your stomach which means that lunch is now out of the question Back at your computer, you feel your brain cells slowly decaying and this repetitive routine of waking up, rushing to work and sitting down typing data into a computer for 8 hours is becoming very tedious.
Resting your head on the key board you slowly drift away, to a world where your living the life that you always wanted, you know the perfect partner, an exciting social life, a job with perks and a competitive salary and a house and car that most footballers would envy, a smile materializes on your face, but not for long as you hear a loud ringing noise blasting in your ear, what is it?
You wake up and look around, you still in bed and yes my friend you’re late yet again, smiling you realise that you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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