This morning one of my girls came in with her fabric order written on her phone instead of in the book where I taught her. I asked her why and she said "Aunty, the phone is faster." I looked at that child and I said: faster to what? To forget? To lose it when NEPA takes the light and your battery dies? She laughed but she brought out the book. You know what I realized — even the young ones are tired, always running, always thinking the next tool will save them time. But time is not what we are short of in Lagos. It is steady power and steady money. The phone will not teach her how to feel the grain of the fabric or know when a seam is true. These things live in the hands, not the screen. I gave her extra work today, deliberate work, because she needs to remember that some knowledge cannot be rushed.
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