Dear Diary,
Happy Sunday.
Mine however, started on a strange and unhappy note. I had a weird dream last night. In my dream, I had rented a van to move… something. I can’t even remember what. I guess it doesn’t matter. What matters is that in the course of moving, I had rented a van. But in my dream, the rental guys showed up before I could finish moving, loaded their van back, and started driving off. I had stood there, in my own dream, waving cash, and yelling, “I’ll pay double!”, and they had ignored me.
So I had woken up annoyed, thanks to a perhaps meaningless dream.
Time’s like a landlord, it gives and it takes,
Renting me my happiness, and leasing my heartbreaks..
And even in my sleep, there's no room for escape,
For I went to bed debt-free, but rent's due when I wake...
But Diary, rain finally fell today. The first one for a long time. It came down soft, and with a rhythm that somehow matched the cool air it brought. It made my morning better, easing off my dream-induced annoyance, and also washed the dust of my car. It felt good. Like my sins were somehow being cleansed. I know, I probably have too many of them.
When I eventually stepped outside to clean up the rain droplets from the car, it felt like I was breathing fresh air for the first time in a long time. Hopefully now, the heat eases up, and the rains continue.
Let the rains fall, let them fall on my face,
Let it wash away the dirt, and wipe off my disgrace..
My sins are myriad, and there are some I can't forget,
So let the rains come down, let her wash away my debt...
Classes also continued today. The online classes. I delegated mostly this time. One of my car's fans had stopped working earlier, so I was mostly on the move, seeking a mechanic while I followed the classes with a headset covering my ears. Still, I wasn't able to fix the fan. Partly because I couldn't find a suitable mechanic, and partly because the ones I found were way above my budget. I had to make a decision of opportunity cost. So I did.
What that means is that there will be no AC during tomorrow's drive to, and from the office. I hope the rains take a break during those times. The alternative will be deciding to jump a Danfo on a Monday morning... in Lagos. Definitely not an experience I am willing to have.
The engine wheezes, and the wallet is thin,
Life’s a patch job, but where do I begin?..
My budget is a noose, and it's been hung too high,
Now to tighten my belt, or to live out a lie?...
Finally, I didn't go to Church today... again. I guess by now God is used to my absence, or perhaps my presence elsewhere. Sometimes I think he is also absent in some ways, and not just to me. But those are thoughts I am reluctant to share. At least in the present. What matters is that it was another Sunday, and I was home again.
I guess my bills are the present, and I am struggling to pay,
So my faith will remain a bounced check, that I'll repay someday..
Forgive me, dear Lord, I will maybe try again next week,
Or the next, or the next, or the next one surely.. I think...
Happy Sunday again, Dear Diary...
#SladenSpeaks
#IfWordsWereNudes
Tomorrow is Monday, and to be ready for the week, I must sleep.
Here's saying goodnight.
