Pilachi_Sketch [ BLOG ]

It was two days ago. I set off with the sunset, to muster my energy before nightfall. My watch said 3pm. My watch was wrong.

Just as Harold Crick a few days earlier, my watch has been going a bit nuts: turning the entire face clockwise 30 degrees at a time; which was cute when the 12 moved to the position of the one and the hands and little window for the date, still worked quite well. That allowed me to see that by glanicng down at my wrist watch, with my hand in a natural position, I could read the watch quite well, without having to bring it up to my face. A brilliant design, I thought. Then when the 12 moved to the position of the 2, things got a bit abzocky.

While going through the things in storage, i came across my former watch… the one I bought in matching pairs [before the most recent matching pair]… and it was still working. So I put it on and marveled at its weight on my hand. That was the one that was not working [in time telling terms]. So I arrived at the storage place at 6:30pm thinking that it was about 4:45pm.

What was remarkable about that day, was the traffic. At any given time of day in Accra, there is tremendous traffic. At rush hour, that traffic is horrendous, yet for some unknown reason, although i was completely surrounded by traffic at every single point of my journey… it all appeared to be going in the opposite direction… both ways to and from my destination.

That was the least of the miracles on that day, but for now, I think this should suffice.