The end of the week is usually quite a low or high depending on the situation. There are always two things involved as one Niger man with a weird name like Basketmouth once joked. The real question though is, when do you consider to be the end of the week? Well, for those lucky personas that have the priveledge of not working on Saturday or have the power to decide whether to or not, or assume that working half day Saturday cannot necessarily be counted as a day of work rather a favor to the not-so-pleasant employer, I suppose Friday is that dreaded or long-awaited day; depending on which side of the social or economic divide you have been sterotyped to be in.
Lets assume its Friday, and you are all tired from the week pretending to have been adding value wherever it is you bake your bread from, you switched off from any meaningful duties by mid-day til an authority above you decided to call for a meeting at like 3pm, bummer!, lets just assume its Friday. Remember you were just about to pack up n leave, stealthily ofcourse since unlike other days you cant shamelessly leave your coat carefully adorning your chair or coat hanger; not many have the latter.
No wonder a good number of the kenyan employed do not wear coats or jackets on Friday, the plan to leave early was hatched way before the day came, how bright, yet some self-righteous top-manager called Kenyan employees hardworking but foolish.
All this drama and if you ask even a single one of us why we are ever so eager to leave the walls of our eight-to-fives on an early Friday afternoon, we bloody hell dont know! We just want to go, then later on call up one or two people to ask what the plan is, then go on to explain how broke we are and cant join them in their escapades; maybe kesho we say. What the hell is wrong with us?
Anywho, here's the thing, if it were up to me, everyday would be Friday and Mondays would just be an extension of the weekend. It would be an optional working day. I would have us adopt the lifestyle that is the norm in many a Ethiopian towns, Yabalo for example. They wake up every morning, work their bodonks off all day, get paid at the end of it, pay the necessary bills (on a daily remember), party like it were their last, get laid and wake up to another day of life happy and content. Now thats the true definition of living for the day, far from the kenyan reality of working for the future, struggling to invest in order to have far more than just the basics, the needful if you may, allowing ourselves the right to enjoy the pleasures of our struggle only one day in a week! Friday!
So people, what is it about Fridays? I doubt anything special, but do you ever wonder?
