I return home from Mfamosing, usually drained from chasing numbers and targets, and collapse onto my sofa. My phone keeps chiming with work demands like an overenthusiastic town crier, but honestly, these hours are my personally unproductive time. Every evening at 5 p.m., many people clock out of work and clock straight into professional time-wasting. If laziness had office hours, they would be 5 p.m. to 9 a.m. We treat this period like a national public holiday that renews daily. Phones are charged to 100%, but our ambitions drop to 2%. By 7 p.m., we are world-class Netflix analysts, Olympic-level scrollers, and certified experts in “Just one more episode.” Then comes morning. The alarm rings heroically at 5 a.m., and we respond like seasoned diplomats: “Let’s negotiate… ten more minutes.” Those ten minutes multiply like rabbits until suddenly it’s 7:43 a.m., and we are sprinting around the house like we’re being chased by destiny itself. Breakfast? No. Life choices? Questioned. We t...
Adding Value to time