So, ja, I have been putting a gang load of work, I would love to say, I have neglected some of the real things in life that matter, like love, life, friends, beer, socialising, chasing skirts. But I cannot, I think I find myself in my work, nothing so far defines me clearer than the work I am working on.
This would be outside of my lecturing work, which in itself is the reason why I can now focus on what I truly want to do, research+development. I do believe last year, I did conduct enough research to realise a few good/bad things, but that research allows me to do what I do now, develop.
I am loving what I am doing. There is no immediate cash flow coming in, nada, no clients, not running back 'n forth trying to close a deal, trying to get some deliverable delivered before the deadline. There is pressure, but its from within, not without (i am not sure what this means).
Alas, here is lil' story.
About four days ago, I rush to the engen garage at the top of the hill, to try and buy electricity before we run out at home. When I get there I realise, my bank card cannot be read by those slide-in and slide-out ATM's, so I decide I will drive to the shell garage on Malboro drive. I do that, I get the cash, I buy smokes (Gauloises Super Lights). I get back to the engen garage. I ask the women working the self-service terminal 'Ke kopa motlakase was hundred ranta.' She kindly follows the instructions on the screen, slides the cash in, and waits for the machine to confirm if the transaction was successful. Whilst she/we are waiting for it, she says to me, '... mosadi wa monna o mong wa costa, o tshwanetse o e tholle wa gago."
I laughed all the way home. She is right.
... psst: comments disabled, because I getting spammed, and I am planning to migrate this 'journal' into a new funky fresh system (ala Harvest).