"I could swear some malevolent spirit wanted to have my name on it's register of Visually impaired persons, I mean, the sun rays managed to sneak past the folds of the window blinds only to land straight on my face. And this isn't the first time this was happening and definitely not a coincidence, it's premeditated attack!"
These were the thoughts that went through my head on a Monday Morning. And you can call me paranoid and I wouldn't even fight it because this is what the phase of life has turned me into ; a paranoid and grumpy fellow.
8 year old me had wild and wonderful imaginations of being like Uncle Bala, "free" and "independent" but surely he didn't see the whole picture because with the whole freedom and independence comes the stubborn unyielding noisy roommate called responsibility. In retrospect, I'd sit with my younger self and say "you know what, Uncle Bala doesn't have it all, enjoy your childhood".
And why the heck, didn't the alarm wake me up earlier? Oh, I remember I put it off as many times as it rang. Hahaha.
"7:00am!" "Jeeez!" I had to snap out of it and get out of my thoughts and prepare for the day's rollercoaster ride.
Managed to drag myself out of the bedsheets and rubbing on my eyelids like my life depended on it, some of that star dust from traveling the milky way all night must have gotten in there, lol.
Got myself a cup of coffee which I didn't have the luxury of time to enjoy as I battled with getting through the hotness and the flavours which my tongue paid dearly for. My only consolation was the few slices of bread that sponged up most part of the liquid as it rolled in the currents of coffee streaming into my mouth.
The shower wasn't working, oh I forgot I didn't have one, lol. Brought myself back to reality, turned on the tap of the tank sitting outside and filled my favorite blue bucket.
For a while I thought what the tank feels sitting out here through all seasons and weathers. Yeah, sometimes Child-like thoughts like this still come into my head and I believe everyone still has a Child locked in them no matter how old they grow, heaven's blessings I guess.
8:00am, standing at the bus stop waiting patiently for the CNG Bus to get filled up and there I stood already doing permutations and combinations on how the money left on my transport card will take me through the week. While I was already making calculations like a 4th generation Super Computer, while making Charles Babbage proud, people were already scrambling for space in the bus which was already filled past its designed capacity. I could already feel beads of sweat crawling down slowly down my temples.
8:30am was finally at the clinic, and man! Everywhere was busy already I almost lost consciousness following the palpitations I had thinking of the long day that lay ahead of me. I let out a heavy sigh and resigned to my fate as usual. "Dr. Kayode!" "We need assistance at the triage!", I hadn't finish gathering myself together when the matron on duty screamed out to me, and like a bolt of thunder, it jolted me out of my wandering. Well, typical and of course besides passions, this is what put food on the table. No one's going to credit my bank account at the end of the month out of shear charity and like my grandma will say "No food for Lazy Man", story of my life!
8:30pm and I'm back lying with my back flat against the bed which must have missed me a bunch! For a moment, which seemed like eternity, I was back in my head fighting with the reality of a strongly regimented life with almost predictable patterns. I really had always loved to soar the skies and do whatever and whenever i wanted, I imagined ejoyia very spontaneous life, on the go! I can't help but wonder has the "free bird" had its wings clipped and flying in free fall?
10pm, after a well deserved steamy meal of hot chocolate and scrambled eggs on Pasta, I'm on my desk just positioned opposite right where I can have a generous view of my bed ; the hope of calm after the storm. Picked up my journal, striked out some plans that fell through and checked off goals achieved and ended with penning down new ideas, plans, goals and strategies.
11pm, the ink has stopped bleeding on the pages of the journal, and having set it all aside, again, I'm in my head, a subtle smile grows on my face thinking about the fact that though this phase can be daunting and almost in overdrive, it's also that phase you can chase after your dreams and pull them from castles in the air to an empire breaking grounds.
Set the alarm for 5:00am and ready to reboot for the cycle to start again.
