June 11, 2013 — Baroque
June 11, 2013 — Baroque
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Phone alarms and unplanned snoozes. 45 minutes extra time
Internet and music download. Self-induced insomnia is not the way forward
Swollen eyes, now my ankles hurt. Such lackluster mornings…
(in Fräulein Maria’s voice) “What shall this day be like? I wonder”.
Visions of empty coffee cups shall prevail nonetheless
Pearldrops for Smokers or Euthymol for my 32, or is it 36?
No time to think yet reminiscing about the past Roman weekend
Iron heating for the linen. OCD driven kitchen sanitation
Wall clocks and wrist watches; running late yet again
Bath gels and scalding showers. Attention can now be paid to thoughts
Contract and Procurement processes. Work shall be held in class today
More pages to be read. Inspiration needed.
Mentos and sparkling water, or maybe just the will to stay awake and be positive
Chinos and patent leather drivers. Vanity mirrors were put there for men
Beats by Dr. Dre for newly acquired melodies. The Floacist Presents Rebirth
Corner chilling policeman & woman. The son of man cannot be arrested
Identity cards and access control. Good morning everyone; late as usual
Coffee break in 30 minutes. Is it not God?
Cappuccino & sugar coated cornetto. Lukewarm drinks are not meant to be nursed.
“Another coffee for the road?”
“Caffè macchiato per favore? Grazie”
Where are those biscuits I saw?
More slides. Not so new topics. English Language is a beautiful language.
The eventual distraction and not so muffled whispers. Radio silence breached.
Mobile phone under tables.
“When is lunch break? I cant take it no more”
Fruits and vegetables. Carrots, cabbage, cheese, ham and an unknown shrub
Funky green soup and garlic bread. Summer is nigh, 13 kilos must go by fire by force
Don’t talk when you eat. Recipe for disaster.
She has a dimple on only her right cheek. Interessante!
The weekend in Amsterdam is seeming more likely.
More talk. More slides. Ideas flying across ever so passionate
Emails titled ‘Urgent’ dropping in. Office work still pending.
A five-day job must be successfully executed in three.
Now the day is over. Dusk yet to set in
I must make ‘haste’ whilst the sun shines.
Endless phone-calls, still many more words yet unsaid.
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Baroque is an ex-blogger who has had his fair share of a writers’ block. He likes weight training & travels. He tweets as a persona detached from his previous blog character & refuses to read Fifty Shades of Grey. His dream is for Nigeria to be the dream place that we all dream it to be.