Time is disappearing between my fingers. That’s what happens when you live on “Africa time”. Africa time is more than just an abstract concept; it is a way of life, a rule to live by, a mantra to repeat and internalise. The choice is simple: accept the fact that time is meaningless, or lose your sanity. I have noticed, already on my first day here, that nothing here happens on time. Now I know why. Nothing happens on time because time does not exist here. Time is merely a remote idea
