That's how my well stocked afang soup for saturday and garnished jollof rice for Sunday with all work done and dusted and me watching a movie this night plans fell through. Here I am at teaching hospital emergency unit since 7am yesterday, staying with a church sister who was thrown out of a moving keke. Her huge lump has now gone now and she is no more bleeding through the ear. I was a bit angry with the hubby last night as I needed to go home to pick my lappie and work with but he refused.
I was thinking how I have workload waiting for me, missing the gym, no hot food waiting for me at home but someone that was just rushed in here has died and the sister is wailing so bad that everything else seems trivial and yet around that still figure lost to this world, life thrives on, it doesn't stop to acknowledge death, it just marches on.
