IT DIARY: ENTRY 24

CLARITY

Hello, diary.

It's been 12 weeks. It's been 12 whole weeks, man. That means for 3 whole months, I've been an intern, trying to be a good employee, student and to fill in my hours. The initial excitement is gone now and I believe I'm facing the internship equivalent of sobriety or possibly a hangover.

It's becoming increasingly difficult to write and follow up with it. Why? Because nearly every day now, I feel the same thing; the tiredness and reluctance when I wake up, the unnecessary shouts in the bus on my way, I barely even notice the funny stuff happening during transit because I'm usually just thinking about how I need to get ready for next session.

“I believe I am now facing the internship equivalent of sobriety or possibly an extreme hangover”

— Chidiuto Okorie

Things happen so fast, yet so slow. One of my fellow interns quit on the first of the month, two more will follow suit by month-end and it'll be kinda lonely. I hear our IT supervisor from school will be here any minute and now I have to fill the first 12 weeks of my log book and do some other forms of running around. I made it to the project phase of Zuri training and now there's no denying the fact that I need a system badly. My aunt had a baby last week and due to the fact that I worked night and weekend weekend, I haven't been able to see her or the baby. Like I said, everything is happening so fast, yet seems so slow.

I'm trying my best today so I don't feel any regrets at the end of my internship. I hope I'm neither doing too much nor too small. I suppose only time will tell.
However, what time will not tell, is whether or not the woman from yesterday eventually came to her senses. Two conductors were trying to get her into their buses in the routine Lagos passenger hustle when one of them yanked her child up (about 8 years old by the looks of it) and carried him toward his bus. My bus was moving past and I looked back half-expecting to see the lady in berserk mode. To my utmost surprise, she was laughing and strolling after him.

She faded behind as our bus moved ahead and I couldn't help but wonder if she was simply naive or something else. Grabbing your bag during passenger-drive is one thing. Grabbing your kid...?? Now that's out of line, even for some place as crazy as Lagos. But now I guess I'll never know.

I'll end with some pseudo Spanish here and say
Hasta escribir, mi amigos...

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