I woke up like this

I've decided to write like I used to. I read a book that suggested that I --me Nqobani Zondi-- should create unnecessarily. Write a piece of writing about anything I want.

I don't really know where the author got my name, I'm assuming it's all the american girls i've met in obz, but he spelt it correctly and the message was loud and clear. Message received!

This morning I'm going to write about what I did.

I got up at 6:15 and I pressed the snooze button so I could go back to sleep, that's all I did really. I believe everybody does this in winter. Pressing the snooze button is the best and worst thing you could do in the winter mornings; you fool yourself into thinking you have a few more minutes of sleep, which you get, but you have to pay a big prize for doing this. By the time I decided to get out of bed I was already running late. I got out of my bed faster than a black man running away from an attacking German Shepard. It was mad scary.

I got in the shower and brushed my teeth at the same time. I put on what look like a descent outfit and I run to work. When I got there, I was so disappointed at myself because I was actually 30 minutes earlier than everybody else.

The lesson to learn here is that you should have your own key when going to work, because there is absolutely nothing more annoying than standing in the cold winter breeze wearing your girlfriend's crop top, a snapback, and soccer boots waiting thirty minutes for somebody to open the door.