Brain Dead Don't Remember Yesterday

Plain yoghurt and whole wheat bread.

"What did you do yesterday?"
"Eeeh! Let me check my phone."

I was toying with the idea of asking you about yesterday, but nicked it because you’ll scroll down your phone to show me a video, a selfie or a tweet. 

Let’s ask five year-old boys and girls instead. Their mind does not have a single particle of dust or purple dye. Ours is gone. Closed for business permanently. It’s dormant, like that bank account we didn’t close when we moved to Nunavut Canada. Our mind is hollow, irreparable, milk gone bad. It has a lot of unidentified objects like the kitchen thrash can. It is cracked like the windscreen we have not replaced because insurance expired and we didn’t renew it. It is funky, like the laundry basket used by four adults. It is full of broken glass hiding among golden pebbles on the beach.

We cannot remember yesterday because it requires time to recall, to remember and we don’t have it. We have too much to munch, especially things that happened when we were asleep. With so much trending stories’ backlog, who has the time to remember what happened yesterday, in his or her own life?

Nonqaba waka Msimang

Executive Blogger

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