21.10.2024

21.10.2024

Monday 21st October,2024

1331 hours

Dear Diary,

Here I am, sitted in the backyard of the house as I’m slowly boiling githeri. Yep! This is me enjoying the holiday as a 22-year-old in modern day Yurop. ‘Blow me kisses’ by Wakadinali is blasting through my phone’s speaker and I’m loving life. I’m in my prime – the 20’s. Days are so fast, folks so loud, but today… Today everything’s slowed down. I woke up and got out of bed today with the need to escape. Immerse myself in work so I wouldn’t think about my life – again. The tea is that I haven’t gone to the office for a whole week now – I’ve been in a headspace where I’ve been questioning meaningful engagement. I feel like we’re part of a societal culture that praises being busy and I have been keeping myself busy… At least I’ve been trying to. But I got to this point where I started questioning the impact of what’s keeping me busy and account for my time even in a place of work. It feels like an existential crisis but because I’m a writer I call it an awakening. So I was ready and willing to go to the office today right, keep myself occupied and convince my mind I’m doing something meaningful with my life… But alas! It’s a holiday – no one’s at the office. So I sit here beside the pot and flaming fireplace listening to Wakadinali as we start the new week.

Shalom good humans.