Our time is too short to waste walking down paths to nowhere.” The old man averted his gaze away from the cooking fire and covered his shoulders with a threadbare blanket the usefulness of which seemed long since to have been served. It reeked of wood smoke and stale tobacco. I knew at that moment he would give me the benefit of his wisdom. I didn’t want to lead our conversation too quickly in the direction I intended. Africa is timeless and so are her people. The minutes and the hours are unknown computations of a span irrelevant. Time is unimportant and its purpose trivial. Its allotment is measured only by the purpose of a mind composed.

Author: Timothy G. Bax