“That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to be early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done”
“Banana Yoshimoto, N.P.”

To those who have experienced those really short nights, when you hear your alarm or the morning bells and you complain about how you’d just slept and the sleep feels an hour long. These short nights have affected everyone at one stage of existence.
I remember the first day I had to resume high school, the night before the start of school was an especially long one. Tales of the high school experience, the seniors, the teachers, the bullies and those wild tales from boarding house( bush baby,bunk shaker, black hand etc). These tales we heard kept us gisting about the life we left behind, primary school, the life we were hoping to start up and the kind of people we wanted to be. Then came the nights, having pre-ironed and re-ironed my white shirt, Ox blood waist coat and trouser hoping for the time i’d add the Seniors Blazer to the mix. The bell for lights out went and everyone scrambled to their beds and put out all lights. The came the sleep that left as soon as it came with many of us having to wake up check our clocks only to see it was just 2am!!. The night seemed to drag on as we would wake up and hour later to ask is it day yet, this seemed to have no end. Those of us who couldn’t stand the wait anymore just woke up,went to have their baths and dress up. Reflecting back to those times, I ask myself why I didn’t get enough sleep, why I didn’t hug my bed more as there have bin times when the night just wasn’t enough, the sleep just wasn’t adequate when after a particularly busy day, long hours of study hoping to get solace in the nights, in the warm hug of the beg, the soft kiss of the pillow and the warmth of the blanket, only for the night to fail you and be so damn short. You end up repeating that cycle. Nowadays when I am opportune to experience those long nights I stay grateful.