Soo… back to the grind of everyday first world life, well not really, since you are kinda still caught between different time zones. After hours in the air with interrupted sleep in an upright postion and minimal leg room in a confined space, umm maybe not so fast.

Your body decides to have a mind of it’s own since it is not sure when to do what it’s supposed to do, the clock is out of wack. You feel like a time traveller who just before getting through the portal gets stuck in that space and it feels like a vacuum that echoes back everything you hear and say when you are talking, every now and then giving you a headache you would rather do without.

Your centre of gravity didn’t seem to touch down with you let alone check in on arrival because why else would you feel like you are moon walking when your feet are actually touching the ground. Days later you’re still trying to find it and it’s still a no show.

Your head is heavy but feels light, your feet clumsy but feel light when you walk and it’s almost like ballroom dancing after a having a few except no one is serving any drinks, there is no ambiance and you would much rather opt out of this unpleasant “happy hour”. I hear bacon works magic for hangovers but not so sure about jet lag. I mean without enlarging the circumference in the mid region of your torso.

In the meantime my African self is working hard to catch up with with the first world time and clocking up overtime in a bid to call my first world self back into existence she’s been AWOL for weeks.

Wish me luck it will take a lot of talking to for the African self to take a chill pill.