I remember it so well when I first figured out that the days of the week were actually a system. I was in Primary 1.
For the longest time, I used to wonder how people decided what day it was. Like, how did everybody agree that today should be Sunday? Was there a secret meeting at night that I kept missing? (It sounds funny now, but I actually tried staying up late a few times to join this mysterious “meeting.” Sadly, I always slept off.)
If you asked me, “What day is today?” I’d just guess, and I’d mostly get it wrong. Some even called me olodo.
Then one day I decided to really pay attention. To study the days as they came.
Saturday became my benchmark. That one I was sure of. No school. Then I discovered Friday came just before it. The only school day we closed at 1pm. Sunday came right after Saturday because that’s when we went to church.
And Monday? Monday was the fresh one. The beginning. The restart. Till today, I still believe Monday is the first day of the week, no matter what anybody says.
But Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday? Pure confusion. That was the ghetto. The real struggle. I spent about three or four weeks doing my personal experiment to figure them out. I can’t even remember exactly how I cracked it, but I did sha. That’s when I realised the days are actually a cycle.
PS: That Solomon Grundy rhyme almost scattered my brain.
See ehn, the only days I attended events like weddings or burials with my family were Saturdays, the day we didn’t go to school. But Solomon Grundy got married on a Wednesday?
For a while, I concluded that Saturday must be Wednesday. And the scariest part? I lowkey started watching Saturdays closely, half-expecting to hear news that someone had died, just to match the Solomon Grundy cycle.
Quite a crazy experience, but here I am. Nowadays it’s different. It’s some grown-up shii we’re handling. Heart cut, heart through. Thank God always for the thought process and for regulating the emotions!