You get am pass wetin you don dey talk

You dey always talk say you no get time, and some of am na true sha. Morning quiet reach make you fit look the rest of the day well well. Cup dey there, clock dey wall, and whole day wey go pass anyhow, whether person dey mind where e dey go or not.

Phone dey face down, e small warm small. Calendar wey get plenty white space pass how the week really feel. Somewhere down, door bang, then footsteps. Light dey climb wall slow slow like say e no dey rush.

Time no dey just disappear, na dem dey spend am, spend am quiet reach say e go look like say e miss. Na so the whole matter be: hour wey loss for ten minute pieces no leave any memory, so the day go really feel shorter pass how e be, and you no dey lie when you talk say nothing remain. But the hours go somewhere real, no be anything special, and the reason wey e no dey visible na say nobody choose am, so nobody notice am too. Wetin you dey short of no be time. Na record of am.

Try ask like accountant, no be like preacher. No be whether you waste the day, wey go just bring guilt and no information, but where the four hours really go, wey go bring the opposite. Nobody dey manage budget wey e never open before, and na so you don dey run this one for years, just with feeling wey no get proof. The point no be to find fault. Na say day wey you fit see, na day wey you fit spend on purpose, and almost nobody don ever look am well.

So today, four hours go dey write down as e dey happen. Rough dey ok, one line each. No verdict, no arrange am, no plan attach to am. Just plain record of where those hours really go, so tomorrow you go dey work with real number, no be just mood.

You get am pass wetin the feeling dey talk. No be everything wey you want, and e no reach for everything, but e pass wetin you think, and e don dey sidon there for years wey nobody read am.