If a thing is worth doing.....

All peoples eat bread. It is a staple of every continent and culture and it abounds in plentiful varieties. Some bake theirs till it makes a dark-brown, hard crust and others, crusts of a lighter hue and softer feel. Some shape it long, thin and round while others carve it in rectangles with mounds on top. Some pack theirs full of extras like fruit and cocoa and others insist on plain and smooth.

In the same way, people have many choices of accompaniments for their bread. Some dip it in wine and others in hot tea. Some slap a sausage between the slices and others cement the slices with cheese. The ones on a diet munch it with chopped greens and those un-worried about thick waist-lines fork it down with scrambled eggs. But this morning, I’m taking my bread with butter.

Deja vu

One lazy Saturday afternoon, back in 1998, I took a long nap. I woke up refreshed and ready to go to the library, when I remembered that my textbooks were with Taye, a friend living some rooms away in my dormitory. I rolled off the bed and poured some water into a bowl. I opened the door, stepped out, splashed some water into my face and then I felt it: the sensation of knowing what I was about to experience. As the water touched my face and my palm rubbed over my nose, there was a strong feeling that I had experienced this sequence of actions before. I stopped for a bit, then waved it aside as the remnants of a deep sleep. I went back into the room and wore something decent for the library.