Africans, we love to take time for some reason, the sun which is an ever present feature in many African countries and the one that has been used over many generations for determining the time of the day messed up the whole concept of time-atleast of now as i write this.
I was iinvited by an old friend for a meal at his place, he said i would spendthe whole day at his house, so i never bothered to eat before i came. Hoping i'd be in time for lunch, i arrived at his house by 12pm. It is now 9.pm and i have not yet had as much as a crumb in my mouth.
Whoever has been to Africa takes up this leisurely approach and lazy attidude towards lunch. It is addictive this contempt for time, last Christams i was invited by a friend from the west to have lunch at her place, by 7pm we had not had food yet, and when it finally arrived i had already lost the appetite to eat.
So what happens with time in Africa?
Why do we not respect a life of schedules and directions.
It happened to me the other day, this this thing about not having addresses and postal boxes, while i tried to open a bank account with a Canadain bank, an official asked me my personal or any postal address at which they could communicate with me, there was none and...phone call i have to go
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