Living in the US has taught me that life is not as Sleeping-beauty where you have others to do things for you. Here minute, second and milli-second matters a lot. Coming from Ethiopia where time is, as you know, not very important I would have loved to have a laid back and lazy life as I did back home. If you think about Ethiopia, we have been around for 3000 years and there isn’t really much to hurry about so if I have to do something today, I can do it or I can do it tomorrow ironically speaking I went by the clock not the time but here everything runs on due date.
Time in sync
It all started with the railway station which had its own clock which was different from the hotel clock and the bank clock and the entire rail users clock because back then the concept of time was not relative.It became a problem to be able to make it in time to pick up the guests for the hotel or the money for the bank therefore the only alternative was to sync the clocks with the railway clock which eventually became the standard. Gradually other institutes sync their time with the bank or the hotel so the only option that is left for a local-bragger with a clock is to sync his clock with the rest of the world. With the same token I place myself in the local-bragger’s shoes; I needed to sync my clock with my apartments lease office, my student loan, ,my gym subscription and the meter parking because not paying on time has its own consequence (YeQelete mezegeb), back then you would just miss the train but then again missing the train might mean you were not in time to pick up the bank notes oophs!!! So are you going to close the bank for a day or not pay the wages of your employees? Even worse your employees might strike or sue you in court for not paying them oophs!.
Not being in sync with other relative clocks now is not as spontaneous as it used to be. Now it will not forget nor forgive instead it will give you time to sync your clock and just to make sure you won’t un-sync again you will take the full pleasure of paying your enemy to note down your indignity points on the YeQelete mezegeb (Credit history).It is an oxymoron like buying a lash so that I could get backlashes.YeQelete mezegeb works in a really witty way:
YeQelete mezegeb point 1
You are on your way to meet your friends – you found a great parking space on the street side right in front café your friends are at – parked in delight and run off to catch up with old conversation and laugh – engaged with a happy mood you decided to change spot and out to your car – out of the generosity the sweet police man left you a white piece of paper on your windshield – a love note that says you are fined 100 dollars for parking on a rush hour spot which just started 4 minutes ago. Sync your time and pay it or 4 weeks later that will be double still if you don’t the records will be passed to the lawmaker and you will be charged with offense.
YeQelete mezegeb point 2
You wrote a check to drop off at the lease office of your apartment – on your way to the lease office with the check on the side seat your phone ran and it is your boss - engaged in the conversation on things you should have done at work, you passed the lease office and reached you’re apt – completely absent mindedly slammed the door of your car and off to the PC to impress your boss how hard working you are – 4 days later you get a letter that say you have not paid the rent and that the fine is 15% of your rent – too bad this time it has already gone to your Qelete mezegeb so next time if you decide to change apartment – they too refer to the same mezegeb so you have to pay half your monthly rent as a deposit because you are not trust worthy neither thinks your Boss oops!.
I can go on but all I mean to say is everything and every action counts so for a person like me who finds it really hard to compartmentalize, who gets distracted by a sad story on the news or by thinking about a friend who is in need or a very hard working boss the only thing that worked for me is asking myself the question “What is that something that is mine and that has a clock which is not in sync in short what is not current?” But then again this is something that I need to ask myself again and again so that I don’t fall out of time or relative clocks. This triggers a prominent question about life and systems.
The railway was built for me, I suppose, and so is other systems in effect life will be easier but apparently these systems demands a lot a time from life that there is no time to live. So as for me dear friends I rather lay back and gossip with Wezero Debritu who is my neighbor back in Ethiopia and makes a damn good coffee.
Please note this is now way a challenge or way to define life but rhetoric way of expressing my laziness.