An experience I had with Time

Have you been in this situation before? Some time back I was going for a program and the event was in the evening so I had already ironed my dress the day before. Prepped everything I needed for the next day so I knew nothing was going to delay me for this program.

The next day I woke up, did my chores and everything. Late afternoon around 3pm I decided to take a nap so I set an alarm to get up around 5:30pm because the program was for 8:00pm.

I did sleep but when the alarm rang for me to wake up I felt I hadn't had enough so I added 30 minutes to the time since I thought I still had time since I had already done all the necessary things

When I finally woke up, I just put water on my body, dressed up and ordered for the Uber.

The Uber finally came and we set off but traffic dealt with me big time.

I got there and the program had already started. I got so angry but one thing I forgot to factor in was the traffic.

Ghana traffic is hell and if you decide not to include it, it will deal with you mercilessly.

I don't know if you've experienced this before.

This experience taught me to factor everything whenever am going somewhere and also to leave earlier so that even if I meet traffic it won't get the chance to deal with me.

P.s Please let me know in the comments below if you've had such an experience and what you learnt from it.

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PEACE!!! SHALOM!!!

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