Okay so here’s the deal, this might just be the most confusing piece of writing to ever exist. Maybe, maybe not.
Would it make sense?
Maybe, maybe not.
Would you be entertained?
Most likely.
Are you going to wonder about the state of my mind?
Most definitely.
So I don’t have a subject matter but I’m writing based on what can best be described as a mixture of experiences I have had and thoughts in my head. Sorry in advance if you think I am referring to you in any way, shape or form. It’s either because I really love you or I simply could not be bothered by how you would feel (J.K) or maybe not. But yeah!
Disclaimer: This is in no way, shape or form referring to anyone you think it does. Honestly, please don’t even think it. I really can’t afford to deal with any drama legal or otherwise.
P. S, I’m serious, I don’t mean any harm whatsoever. Oh, and now I’m overexplaining instead of just writing. Ah well….
P. P. S, expect random recipes etc.… in this piece of art. I think it’s time to start.
Okay, I’m starting now.
So, It’s Friday. I love Fridays, I was born on a Friday. I mean, that shouldn’t be why I love Fridays. But come onnnnnn! THE LAST DAY BEFORE THE WEEKEND!!!
I remember reading that children born on Friday are the life of the party and yeah, I can see that. I am definitely the life of the party, if the party was for one person, and was sad. (Pity party for one, anyone? Except it’s for one so you’re not invited). The most energetic life of the party-esque person I have ever had the joy of meeting was Happy.
Yeah, Happy.
Purple nails and dyed purple hair. Man, she loveeeddd purple. It was cute af. (oops, I mean I can say af, right?) I love Happy. She always had a kind word for someone, a smile and she gave the best hugs ever.
My first memories of Happy involved shrimp jollof, gentian violet, fried plantains, and hugs that smelled mildly of disinfectant. (That shrimp jollof recipe is for family only, sorry guys).
What was I talking about Friday borns or Happy? I forget which. But one thing is for sure, I can never think of Friday without thinking about Happy. Right now, I have a headache. I’ve been thinking about my sister a lot. She’s sad and scared that she might have contracted Covid-19 from classmates.
How an institution would feel it necessary to force students to report to school physically baffles me a lot. The worst part of all this is the uncertainty till the results for the test are out. The best part is standing at her door and belting out lyrics and waiting for her to sing in response. So far, I’ve done that Disney song, from the movie with the two sisters, the one that has the scene in which one sister is asking the other one to go build a snowman. (She’s not pleased with that at all)
Now, this has got me thinking. What at all is the purpose of switching classes that were running perfectly well online to ones that require attendance in person?
The kids were relatively safer at home where they were in contact with family (not saying that’s the safest but at least they had their movements monitored). I can’t imagine trying to study with the knowledge that some of my very best friends have contracted Corona virus. A virus which people are dying of each day, hour and minute. What if the last time we saw each other is exactly that? The last time. That would suck, a lot. I think that’s my biggest fear.
The uncertainty that comes with contracting the virus. Would I be fine?
Would I die?
Even if I did get better, what would happen to my body?
Knowing that so many people have had these same thoughts is a sort of disturbing comfort, like the knowledge that an animal if killed properly does not feel much pain before ending up as lunch.
I guess I’m ending it on this note. Wear a mask, wash your hands and go tell that person you love them.