Last Saturday afternoon I called a close friend of mine. We haven’t spoken for a while, so I was looking forward to catching up.
The dialogue went as follows:
“Hi (name). How are you?”
“Hi Zeph. I’m going to have to call you back, I’m just about to leave my house. I meant to meet some friends for lunch at 3pm.”
I look at watch. Watch reads 4.05pm.
“Ay?” I respond. “But it’s 5 past 4.” Continue reading “The Failures of Running on ‘Black Man’s Time’…”