Don’t go out. Don’t go near. Don’t uncover. Just don’t!
We are living the dream.
Those festivities we avoided with such flippant negligence is now a distant memory.
Zoom. Zoom. Google Meet. Teams. Whoop!
What a way to communicate.
Jokes agitate as Tiktok concentrates the bored.
Meetings with half-dressed workers fade to tirades for and against the vaccines and face masks.
The sound of tumbleweed rolls across school room floors.
Stillness catches on the feet of silent students sitting through online lessons, pretending to care.
Each household occupant mesmerised by screens – all shapes to fit all sizes – fuelling the need to educate and replicate finances.
We grow as people.
News becomes the main course of entertainment; briefings from the Government is seen as prime time television. Yet, it plays out like a soap opera, portraying predictable plots with caricatured speakers grinding out soliloquies of fortitude to the nation.
We grow weary.
‘Get children back to school!’
‘Vaccinate the vulnerable!’
‘Nothing was done fast enough!’
Hyperbole flows in rivers of information, confirmation and confrontation from all corners of the continent. Unsettled murmurs of incompetency grow as fear is replaced by anger. Explanations and apologies hold as much value as a bag of Dolly Mix.
In the meantime, we count the souls like lost teeth.
More bitter than sweet.
Life becomes hard to swallow.
Copyright ©Eloise De Sousa (2021). All rights reserved.
Posted in Free Writing, Poetry, Weekly Trail
Tagged blogging, blogs, covid, family, homelearning, homeschooling, life, lifestyle, news, poems, poetry
Come and sit next to me in our Covid-free coffee house. I can reach over and give you a big hug because, in this world, we are away from the madness, away from the social distancing that has kept us imprisoned in our homes and away from the chaos of confusing instructions on what our future holds.
The news of a lift on lock down protocols has sent ripples through our world, no matter where we live. Some of us feel exasperated by the ridiculous conflicting messages of lifting a lock down when we have no cure in sight. But, on the flip side, others are questioning how we are going to keep eating, drinking and switching on the lights and heating in our caves if the economy dies? We could sit here and enjoy the chocolate cake and finger sandwiches, but even this won’t last if the world stops. First world problems compared to those living in developing countries I hear you say – or maybe not.
I was discussing this dilemma the other day. To say that we are a mixed bag of circumstances is not a strong enough statement to capture the worrying conditions of some families locked away in high rise buildings with only the graffiti on dirty walls to entertain children. The conclusion I reached was: humans will always find a way. We are the cockroaches of the earth. Bickering, name calling, finger pointing and wearing impassioned charitable cloaks to cover our self-serving natures are all part and parcel of our nature. But so is our adaptability and enduring natures. What we need is a common enemy – something or someone that will force nations to break down their feeble fences and hold hands with neighbours to battle for our freedom and survival. Will this current destructive force be enough to evolve our muted minds and make us move towards a more cohesive future with our environment? I don’t know. History votes against us. Will our current invisible enemy win? That depends on our attitudes towards authority, their guidance and whether or not we follow it without question.
Last week, during our pregnant pause awaiting the delivery of the newly born protocols on lock down, I noticed a rise in traffic outside my house. Cars and trucks trundled past every few minutes. Residents filled the pavements leading to the forest down the road, chatting and laughing under the warm spring sun. A gentle breeze carried conversations about coping with isolation and home schooling. Joggers took to the street, sparing irritated glances at the congregated socialites littering their paths. People forgot just how dangerous it is to travel around, to meet up with each other and to socialise in close proximity. Their lulled sense of security made me think of the invisible enemy watching them, following them back into their lives, their homes. We won’t see their mistake, not just yet. Give it a week, or two.
As we sip at our cups and wonder at mankind’s dilemma, let’s remember what the unlocking of restrictions without a cure or proper tests will release. Let’s think about the dying economy and families imprisoned in homes that can’t cope with unstable financial futures. Let’s sit here knowing that there will be no sirens to announce the tsunami of cases rising and approaching with speed in the coming weeks. Germany saw this rise less than a week after they lifted their restrictions on lock down. Logically, this means the movement began once the whispers of change drifted on the media wind in the precluding weeks, just like my road told the tale of forgetfulness last week.
With all this in mind, I’d rather sit here, with you, sipping at my Darjeeling tea. What will you do? What choices do you have?
Stay well and stay safe. x
Posted in If We Were Having Coffee, Weekly Trail
Tagged #2020, #covid19, #isolation, #lockdown, blogging, blogs, family, homeschooling, life, work