My day(s) in a nutshell

5:30 a.m. is wake up time, alarmed by my sub conscious
Then comes the struggle to wobble out of bed and pry my eyes open
A prayer quickly comes to mind from an age long tradition.
All the while, resisting the temptation to touch my phone
A tingling sensation reminds me of the need to empty my bladder
Next! I gently stroke and straighten the creases on my bed
While I play slow soothing songs that wakes my spirit
I brush my teeth like scrubbing the back of a blackened pot
Till my gums are sore and my tongue is rose pink
I spend enough time to paint my face, like Vincent Van Gogh on a canvas
Then wear the cloths I carefully chose the night before.
7:50 a.m. I’m amidst slow moving cars, irritated by the static.
8:15 a.m. I’m waiting for red balls of ‘akara’, sitting in hot oil
8:20 a.m. I’m at the office fitted in my desk, my laptop before me
The rest of the day is a blur, between staring at the time and longing for home.

Vera