Dear 2020,
Are you well? I am too despite the day of the week.
South Africans have a family meeting this evening. Number 1 (Our president) is going to address the nation on the state of Covid-19 affairs. We've had these regularly since we were placed under lockdown when the first wave hit South Africa in March. The numbers have been spiking and we're now being hit by a second wave.
When the first lockdown was announced it felt like we were in some weird movie and someone had flipped the script. The restrictions and limitations took "plans change" to a whole new level. Plan B became Plan C. Plan C became Plan D. Jonga, before I new it I was looking at Plan L with bated breath. At the end of the day, turned out to be Plan Z that worked. Life showed us flames this year!
I guess tonight's family meeting will be like previous ones. There's the side of the family that won't even be bothered. There's the side that will watch hoping that the blow won't make this year any more worse. There are those family members who are stocking up on bev and cigarettes just in case. There are cousins who are adamant that nothing will stand in their way of groove. South Africans have a unique way if dealing with collective trauma. We hardly dwell. I guess we can't help finding rainbows and silver linings. We move on while deep down we carry the wounds of our past that are still present in our present.
I'm not looking forward to the family meeting. We already have hotspot regions in the naughty corner. I think tonight the list is getting longer. We haven't been at our best behaviour. Something just tells me this meeting will be a final nail to some businesses. My heart breaks for families who've lost loved ones. People struggling with comorbidities. Everyone whose life has been turned upside down by Covid-19.
One of the hardest things to accept this year was that there really is a time for everything. 2020, you've been a taker and you continue to wreck havoc...
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