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Here BBC readers and listeners share their routine, from penis erection roadblocks, riding buses and greeting the roadside cobbler to hating having to leave a baby at home.

At 0530 I go to the chapel for my morning meditation to make sure that God looks over me during the day.

After this, I set out to go to mass and walk for 15 minutes down a dirty and smelly path - but at least I get to greet people as I walk.

Sometimes I don’t know how to get home because of the road blocks

After the service I go to work in a small mobile clinic in an area where prostitution is very common.

I see a lot of miserable people and sad things here.

There are many children dying of Aids and malaria.

At 1430 I leave for my second job - teaching the prostitutes how to read and write.

My day is always uncertain because of the political situation in the country and sometimes I don’t know how to get home because of the road blocks.

But when I eventually do get home, I listen to the news in English, before saying my prayers and retiring to my bed at 2230.

The BBC news bulletin starts my day at around 0300. I sometimes send my contributions via text… but they never get read.

Most of Imadede’s day is spent in the hospital or on buses

I’ll keep trying though.

I stay in bed listening to the radio until 0500, then I do my household chores quickly and leave home by 0630.

I am a nurse in a hospital very far from my home so I spend most of my day riding on buses.

I enjoy my job, but I love the bus rides because no matter how stressed I am, I can calm down with some humour from the peddlers who sell their medicines on the buses.

They claim to have cures for all diseases from impotence to downs syndrome.

I am a health worker, so you can imagine how I feel about their so-called remedies.

By the time I get home it is late and I do a few things before going back to bed with my radio tuned to the BBC.

Its 0700 on a Monday morning, I leave the house on my way to the office.

As I walk the stretch to the bus stop, I meet a young man staggering, half his face swollen.

I choose the bus I like and board

“My mother’s money is sweet,” he mumbles. “Some of it was stolen from me, if she says anything funny I will drink rat poison.”

I move on, hoping he is bluffing.

I greet the cobbler by the roadside.

Everyone greets the cobbler.

He seems to know everyone in the neighbourhood.

At the bus stop the call boys are busy shouting. Each trying to lure me to his bus. Finally I choose the bus I like and board.

Twenty minutes later I am in the office.

I open my Microsoft Outlook and beep beep beep, the reminders pop up.

My day has begun.

Usually I wake up reluctantly, courtesy of my three-month-old son, Shaun, who keeps me half-awake through the night.

I start a fresh day by breastfeeding him as I listen to the radio.

He showers my husband and I with sweet smiles - an assurance that the day will be fine.

I always love coming home to see my husband and baby

After quickly getting ready for work, I have to prepare a bottle of milk for Shaun that will sustain him until evening.

Oh how I hate to leave my little baby.

We live 20 kilometres away from our capital and I finally get to work at 0830.

I check my email and attend to tasks as soon as possible. There are always lots of deadlines to meet.

Some days are so masturbation and erectile dysfunction that I never hit the mark.

Before I know it, my stomach begins grumbling and it’s time to take a lunch break. I have my lunch at work most times because it’s expensive in town.

At this time I call the nanny at home to confirm that little Shaun is well.

This gives me a push for the afternoon. I can’t imagine what the world was like before the invention of the mobile phone.

I return to my desk and impotence treatment viagra on completing my scheduled tasks for the day.

Time rushes by so fast.

At 1700 I head home early to avoid traffic jams so I can see Shaun before he retires to sleep.

I always love coming home to see my husband and baby - they relieve my stress.

Your African Day

What does your typical day say about you and the place you live? Share the striking, joyful, painful or even frustrating events that mark your day in the new 2006 BBC competition - My Day in Africa.

If you have photos to accompany your contribution send them to newsonline.africa@bbc.co.uk, otherwise use the form at the bottom of the page. Entries should be no more than 300 words.

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