echoes of my sojourning

"In the wisdom of the Acholi
Time is not stupidly split up
Into seconds and minutes
It does not flow
Like beer in a pot
That is sucked
Until it is finished."

Song of Lawino, an epic poem written by my friend's grandfather, Okot p'Bitek


I wonder, is this particular attitude something I can continue to value now that I'm back home? It's so contradictory with this culture...