I have always believed that it is on Sunday evenings that a man comes to his true self. Why? Well think about it; we really sit and ponder over the week that was and anxiously await the week ahead. In all honesty it is the fear of facing the Monday that is so overwhelming that it forces you to pity yourself. You will have to go through the torturous 10 minutes of the Monday morning when you will try to shake off the sleep and push yourself to the bathroom. Or for that matter anywhere! You will then have to anticipate how the workplace is going to treat you this week. You will anxiously wait for the Wednesday and salvage the solace as it will be mid week and you will be encouraged as just 2 more days for the weekend!
Cut back to Sunday evening; you wish that this be the longest evening of the week. You want to cling on to your family as they will be at the other end of the phone when you find few seconds to call them during your frantic schedule. You will admire the beauty of nature when you see the palm tree in your compound despite the fact that this is the same tree that you will conveniently ignore the next day when you will be late for the train by 2 minutes. You will rue for not able to complete the ‘To-Do’ list that you have been carrying forward for about a decade now. You will want to spend another 10 minutes with your pals with whom you got sloshed the previous night etc.etc. etc.
But deep down you know that the cliche will catch up with you ‘Time does not wait for anyone’. This means that while you are brooding over your evening wish list, you realize that it is just 5 hours of sleep to catch up with before your alarm announces the advent of the Maniacal Monday.
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