I woke up early this morning and there was beautiful music on the radio. I turned the lights on and there was light! I staggered to what I call a bathroom and turned on the tap! There was water gushing out of the tap. It came out with such force it splattered all over my hideous face, body and the floor. I cursed the water authorities whilst fetching a rag to wipe the water off the floor.
I had a sumptuous breakfast. There was porridge, tea, bread, milk and lest I forget some fresh orange juice. I rubbed my tummy and said to myself “Hmm, it is going to be a good day today”. Yes I could feel it in my complaining bones. The nagging headache I had the previous day had evaporated too. The sun shone golden outside. A glorious day beckoned!
The morning sun in Africa
I walked leisurely to the lorry (bus) stop and there a minibus was waiting with only seven people on board. No one was hanging or dangling by the side.
I got on and the driver slowly eased into the flowing traffic. I looked out from the minibus and the roads were clean. The potholes were gone. The drains were not clogged… they were as clean as new. Wheew! Traffic was orderly too! The traffic policeman at the “junction of many roads” was immaculately dressed and really efficient at moving the traffic on. He had a smile on his face. He actually gave us a wave. Over on the other side of the road it was all quiet. There were no fights at the petrol station – actually there were no cars queueing for petrol.
I got to work on time and so did Mangoman; my colleague. He said he had a very good sleep! He was very alert and energized to start the day’s work. Why? Because the noisy corner church run by Pastor Nebuchadnezzar had moved to more suitable premises. Only Abigail was an hour late because her son Moses took ill at dawn and was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. “An ambulance and not a rickety old taxi?”, I asked. “Yes!”, she responded “And he was attended to promptly at the emergency department. Moses is at home with his father, who took the day off to keep an eye on him”. Wow!
OK back to work. We did not just shuffle papers. We actually worked and earned the day’s wages. We cleared the backlog of papers in our in-trays. Mr Here-He-Comes showed up again to chase his “papers”. He has been coming every 2 days for the past eighteen months and somehow today his papers materialized and we served him politely. We served him with alacrity. He was so ecstatic and wanted to give each of us US$100.00. We declined. We told him it was our job to serve our fellow citizens and that what he intended to do was tantamount to bribing and influencing diligent and patriotic officers of the state. We politely rebuked him. He promised never ever to pay any form of inducements to anyone. He quipped “God bless Africa!”
My work hours were spent and I got home on time. I helped the missus with the chores and the kids with their home work. It had been a wonderful fulfilling day. The kids had gone to bed and I sat down with the missus in my arms, relaxed, content and very happy. Then the news came on! The newsreader said NASA had been messing with the orbits of the planets and the sun…. Huh?
NASA actually had succeeded in reversing the rotation of the earth around the sun for just one African day. That today, all over Africa, NASA got the sun to rise in the west and because of that “all things” African were reversed. “Ow! I see!” I said to the missus. “Was that why everything was opposite to normal?” We shrugged our shoulders and dismissed the news as fake news and dragged ourselves to our straw mattress to sleep.
But then in bed I could not dismiss what I heard on the news. I lived it during the day. I began to think hard. Can’t NASA try and make it a permanent phenomenon? If NASA wouldn’t, can’t our scientific bodies try and somehow emulate what NASA did? That would, by the day’s account solve all our problems. I was in deep thought when the clocked rolled past midnight. Just like that!
I turned and reached over to the missus for a little canoodling. “I have a headache” was slung from over the other half of the bed. Damn! Why didn’t I try my luck earlier when the phenomenon was still holding? I asked myself. Ah well! Back to reality. I longed for sleep to sweep over me. I longed to fall into deep blissful slumber. That in the morning it would be apparent that I had a pleasant dream. That the coming day will bring something permanent and positive to this African life. That we will hopefully wake with the sun rising in east! That things will be the African normal… again.
Question for you the reader: Have you ever had a non-normal African day? What was it like? Please comment below or write to the Editor.