Tooo- toot – tooo –toot –tooo-toot, the alarm rang. It was 5 – o’clock in the morning. To Sipho, it has been a second since it was last night.

Gaze and mouth completely shut, the mind keeps staggering

“I’ll wake up at ten minutes past five.” The clock strikes ten minutes past five.” Let me make it twenty minutes past five. The clock strikes the minutes.” At half past five i will wake up.”In his drunkenness, his mind wanders to other thoughts, with something close to nothing in his bank account, he persists.

“I’m supposed to go to work, i spend most of my valuable time at this stupid job, doing the work i don’t love.””Moving around all day.”

“Why don’t i hand in my resignation.”

“Why on earth did i choose logistics?””I should have followed my passion and became a chef.

” Now i am being cynical, who was gonna support my ambition. People have laughed at my ideas and said i was mental.”

To him it meant a great deal, because it was of pure love it made him cry.

Now that he had to wake up, the thought was sweet and optimistic. People were gonna show in numbers and support his business. He was gonna be successful and his dream fulfilled.

” I will be the sole proprietor of my business.”

Presuming from the current situation, Sipho – being the only owner of his business was enough. He had hoped for someone to love him, someone who truly cared, once lost in his own thought- wondered if he died anyone will ever miss him, Someone fall apart because they had lost someone whom they truly loved. No one will, he thought with a broken heart.

He thought about his kind, they possessed a strong source of intellect while their souls were solemnly trudging and begging for a sprinkle of life. ” Does a meet cute happen only in movies? Those were his exact words when he had a little fantasy. In his vision, He is shown stuff ” The gods are showing you something.” I always quote people.He thinks about a fantasy where he and this woman, he doesn’t know her yet but she is slim, tall with exquisitely braided hair but clipped on the sides and very beautiful. The would be heading for one turnstar, him – being the gentleman, would congenially yield with a grin on his face.

While at the turnstar, they’d both be in a rush and going about their own business. Then they formally bump into each other later on, in a cool mode. They’d both realise how busy they’ve been and never had time for introduction.

Sipho, feeling the need to initiate, would stretch out his arm with a smile on his face.

“Sir Mthembu – logistics.” Looking all formal and mature( he likes increasing his age when he has not even turned a quarter of the total percentage) Shaking a bit and hardly hearing his own voice.

“Lebo – instrumentation.” The beautiful lady would kindly say and genuinely pleased to meet him. They would click right from the start and develop what is knownly as undying true love. Happens only in movies though.

Not to speak ill of the ones lazy to wake up, he has forgotten that he once fell under the statistics of the unemployed. He dreaded every moment of it. To himself he has been the biggest failure, returning to the home of his parents ( It looked permanent then) after he had vowed to himself not to ever return home except for a visit. It had been a long year until he found his recent job. At first he was vigorious and very grateful, after putting all his hard work out and never appreciated he felt repelled. Now his days of waking up were a misery.

He has forgotten how tears almost fell when he pushed a trolley in the shopping centre, something that seemed not possible anymore.

What a silly thing a mind is, the mind only belives what you tell it to believe, by resenting anything with your heart you’re only putting yourself under stress.

He woke up and ran into the shower bearing in mind his dream is not dead but needs a proper plan and injection from himself for it to be executed. With whatever destination intended but procrasination gets an upper arm, the question still stands, whose shoe rings louder?