I remember when, as a teenager, I made my dad buy me a newspaper every week. It started when I was in senior secondary school, during one of those sessional breaks. As soon as the idea occurred to me, having successfully convinced him that I needed it, my father and I went out to get a newspaper together.
It was a sunny afternoon. Desperate to get a newspaper anyway, with the singular aim of starting our new agreement on a good footing, we drove around Ado. We went from Adebayo to Housing, to Fajuyi, to Bashiri, to other places I’d never been, searching to get any daily newspaper. Not finding one, we went back home empty-handed.
The following morning, I left the house and strolled down the street. And behold, right at the junction, I saw several newspaper vendors carrying varieties of national dailies, all running after vehicles to make their sales. There and then, inundated with more options than I thought was possible, I bought the first newspaper to which I could claim full ownership.
My young mind found that experience instructive: morning is the perfect time to get a newpaper. In life, timing is key. You could do a tonne of work and get nothing in return if you were doing it at the wrong time, and you could put in a relatively minimal effort yet get maximum result simply because your timing was right. Time is a tricky thing; to master it is to master the unit of life.
~~~ His Royal Awesomeness, Lord Simult