32 degrees C inside, the desk is burning hot, 
only ice on my foot keeps the pain away, the 
building is heating up - an Apocalypse without 
violence, just a quiet insistence on heat as my 
African colleagues do not have a problem with 
this, they love it and wonder why perspiration 
runs down my face, I’m as red as a char  
Then a feeling of camaraderie hits me, we in 
the trenches fighting against the incompetents 
who run the building, excited I spray water all 
over, to suffer as a group creates a bond and 
I’m glad to be here - to rest my foot on frozen 
water bottles, some administrate & I translate 
letters to the President, it’s so good to feel 
 
This unity, seeing how the challenges reveal 
character; I failed by giving in to despair and 
could only improve after eating a mountain of 
chocolate, salty popcorn and crisps; so let it 
be known my character has been revealed 
as being dismal until food in overpowering 
quantities have been consumed, I shudder
To admit I’m a glutton - though my colleagues 
know it already with me munching continuously 
as if my life depended on it…
[6 January 2015]
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