Today Will Regain it's Colour.

In bed, reminiscing the countless times I wish weekend has no end, and the funfairs of Saturdays and Sundays are not fair enough in each having 24hours with other days of the week. I even hiss at some realisations that "it's Monday again".  

Life, they say is a mystery indeed. Every day now look the same, kids are tired of their daily charade and shenanigans play. Everyone seems to have had enough. The ever busy streets and markets are resting today. I crane my neck out my widow and see few men in Khakis trying to keep men apart. In my sleep paralysis, I even hear the voices in the streets divided on whether to run from the new death's recruit outside or its familiar agent inside.

Fully awake now and stepping out, I can hear the sound of people several streets away without straining my ears, I can even see several street ahead if I stand on tiptoe, there are men in uniform at almost every corner in the neighborhood, shouting and giving only one order "go back inside!" Those who came to do one petty trade or another are being chased around, some abandoning their goods and wares taking to their heels to avoid "a gentle touch from the whip". Is this all for show or is this the new reality? Helicopter hovering in the sky carrying out aerial surveillance to see where people might be clustered around. 

I then begin to wonder and wish someone taps me to wake up and say "now that you have seen it, do you now understand what I mean"? and I will nod in affirmative, shake hands and continue my way. Tired of pacing around my confined room and gradually running out of things to do to keep my mind busy, I begin to wonder again, are there others bored like myself out there? Will I return to standing tall in front of my students(whose presence I long to behold) to teach them? Will I confidently walk into a busy banking hall to carry out my transactions without minding if I am wearing a nose mask? Will I confidently go to the market and mingle freely with buyers and sellers? Will I return to freely being able to touch my face? Will my mind stop skipping and reminding me to wash my hands at intervals?

At this point, I wish our traditional men will blow powder into the air and everything stops! Or Will Smith jumps out of his convertible Limited Edition BMW, wave his magic scientific wand, then it snows a little and life goes back the way we know it to be. 

Now we are faced with a new reality of stepping out once a week. I fear for the congestion on such days, I fear for the traffic, I fear for the contamination, I fear for the rush and I ask; Will my fear take reality on such days? Will what is being avoided be encouraged to come on such days? Time will tell, a little more precaution, a little more perseverance, a little more sacrifice and all these will be over. We have held on for this long, a little more and we are cool. 

I long to see your beautiful and handsome faces again when all this is over. 

Keep holding on dear friends, 

Today will regain its colours. 

Stay safe for I care!

Written By ..........

A staff of GSIA 2020.