Sunlight hours

End of sunlight hours, moment for home.
What an elongated traumatic day it was today…
‘Get this cheque to Bank of Africa…’
‘Go buy me Telkom Airtime…’
‘Take this design to Lino Typesetters…’
‘Deliver these samples to GCN…’
‘Have you completed the Stantech design?’
‘NO! ¿’
‘You are becoming very slow…’
Heartrending component is that tomorrow it starts all over again…
The entrance sways open
Tok! Tok! Tok! her high heels not in favor of the floor.
‘Morning everyone…’
Ingoing the MD’s office.
My extension phone rings.
The heart’s pulsation mislays its rhythm…
Lord hoard me from cardiac arrest.
Vast panic in my direction again.
Fingers quivering at customary room temperature.
What a charge to gather myself.
With a snake oil smile I pick the call.
‘What are you working on?’
‘This, this and that…’
The admin draws near my station
And undertones;
‘Am out, pick the calls for me and give this L.P.O to Will Art.’
The trips through my station to hers in an hour;
Permits you not to grace with your presence the ‘save a life walk’
You are as jaded as can be.
Tea break, yeah! time for black tea. No options.
Eyes glued to the monitor.
Attention & concentration at its best.
The extension phone rings again.
‘Come to my station.’
Walks to her office civilly.
‘Have you checked Ndonye’s e-mail?’
‘He has looked at his website and all he saw was the old one…’
*But I well-run the content and developed fresh pages?*
Tasks …tasks…
Explanations for why this
And more explanations for why that.
But in the end its end of sunlight hours, moment for home.