CAN I JUST WRITE?
The heat is killing me. Indeed. My alarm went off at 6:30 am today. So I attended it and told myself to get a few more minutes of sleep only to wake up 18 minutes before class. I hate the heat. I felt it in my sleep, in my dreams and I feel it even when am awake. I told myself I was not going to get under covers last night. The heat had almost killed me. So I just threw myself on the bed, synthesising things in my head. I woke up and met a guy in the showers, he told me I am showering a lot! I laughed it off and it made sense why my soap is lasting 2 weeks longer. But it’s the heat. Now I realised, honestly you don’t feel hot to the point of no-comfort when you are just staying. For instance, when you are drinking thobwa under the acacia tree at home, can the heat kill you? The heat is a scapegoat, and I have devised a plan! I shall blame it for all I can. But for all I know, it’s the workload, the thinking, the moving around and the pressure, don’t these give enough