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Fadzayi Maposah, Correspondent
As I always say, each day is a learning point for me.
There was a time that I used to think people only snore at night. But now, I know for certain that any time is snoring time!
When one falls asleep, the opportunity of snoring presents itself. When the body is relaxed, the individual does not have much control over what happens. There seem to be different ways of snoring. There are loud snores and the quiet ones that one can almost miss.
Then there are snores that peak and reach the low levels. There are many reasons why people snore just as there are different ways of snoring.
With times one gets accustomed to even the loudest snores and one can peacefully sleep while the person next to them is snoring.
There was a time my daughters and I stayed near a railway line. During the first few days each time the train went by I would be very wide awake. It was as if the train was coming into the house.
I remember on some days being so afraid that the train had derailed and was heading for our house. I was afraid that the girls and I would be run over as we slept.
After some time, the sound would die away and then I would be at peace again. With time I would fall asleep. Then the next night I would go through the experience again. Then I reached a point when I would sleep throughout the night and wake up surprised that I had not heard the train pass. What happened, I got used to the train so much that its passing was no longer an issue that disturbed me.
How many times have you woken up and been surprised that during the night it rained and yet you had no idea and did even hear one single rain drop? Sleep is strange. One can be so flat that whatever happens around you, you have no clue.
I was on a night bus, this past week. A night bus refers to one that travels during the night taking passengers from one point at night and taking them to their destination very close to daybreak or just as the sun rises.
Now on the night bus, snores are in abundance. About 40km away from where we boarded the bus a lot of snoring was already underway. I am not one to judge. I really do not want to be bothering myself why these people were snoring.
I also told myself maybe I would be snoring if I was asleep too. I cannot truly vouch for what I do or how I behave when I sleep so I prefer not to judge. I read the other day on the internet that there is an application that can be downloaded that provides information on behaviour that one did during the night!
The application will detail your sleeping positions, when you sleep talked, snored and even let out gas! Technology at times maybe a lot to take in.
When people fall asleep, they will be in their own world. They totally behave as they wish! On the night bus, I was travelling with Chido, my youngest daughter and occasionally we would ‘fall’ on each other as we slept.
We shared a sky-blue fleece blanket. At times the blanket would be less on one side and more on the other side. Occasionally I would peep at the people across the aisle who had just to sit next to each other and were not in any way connected; linked by the trip though. When one is awake, they are aware of the boundaries, but that falls away when sleep beckons.
As we neared the destination, people started getting up. It was early morning. Daybreak was upon us. Looking out through the window, the sun was breaking the darkness and allowing the light to come through.
After one man got off, the bus conductor announced that the passenger who had just disembarked had left a mobile phone that he had picked near his feet. It could have rolled down the passage as someone slept or was trying to pack their things preparing to disembark. There were murmurs right round including from me that there are still good and honest people looking out for others.
It reminded me of a time when I had a backpack and was wearing a knee length java dress.
That is not the best of combinations, let me say. It was a matter of convenience.
I was walking with a colleague and was my bubbly self. We passed a number of people as we did a sort of power walk. Then I went past some lady who quickly followed us. I noticed and slowed down a bit.
She gently tugged at my dress on the right side and whispered that my flesh was out for display! After I said thank you to her, I wanted to scream at all the people who were in front of us. They had gone past me with pieces of my flesh exposed and said nothing. There were other females too sadly.
I asked myself how long had I done a free and involuntary expose? What is so difficult about telling someone nicely that something has gone amiss?
I was upset but told myself that I should be grateful for the one woman who had assisted. I wondered if I had stained my dress due to menstruation mishap what would they have done, showed each other the stain as I went past them?
How many times have people gone past a man with his zip open? Or a woman with a blouse’s button that is out of line exposing cleavage? Some people may disappoint, but be thankful for those who reach out.
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