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Day 11 – Monday, 6 April How will the world look like decades from now, say in 2049, almost three decades after 2020 – the year an unexpected pandemic kept us locked in our homes? How much would have changed by then? My husband and I are watching Blade Runner 2049. Predictably, the sci-fi movie…
Day 10 – Sunday, 5 April It’s a beautiful day. The sun pierces through moving clouds, scattering them away, giving us a respite from the rain. The sunshine is like a breath of fresh air – we are sitting in the garden, on striped sun loungers covered by brightly-coloured beach towels. We may as well…
Day 9 – Saturday, 4 April Weekend. The rain keeps pounding the pavement, on and off, like a stubborn child. I’m still tired and moody – I’ve woken up quite early in the sound of rain after a restless night. Even a strong and bitter coffee can’t help me now – I have two cups…
Day 8 – Friday, 3 April The start of the second week of lockdown – I’m feeling under the weather just by looking out the window at the endless grey carpet of rainy clouds. Feeling drowsy and sleepy, I make strong coffees in between bouts of intermittent rain showers and decide on a half-day work,…
Day 5 – Tuesday, 31 March It’s hard to believe that, just two weeks ago, we were leaving the Kruger National Park and heading home after a brief three-days holiday. We couldn’t have imagined, at the time, the prospect of a national lockdown and strict travel restrictions. The coronavirus threat was in its infancy in…
Day 4 – 30 March I call this first quiet Monday during lockdown ‘the sound of silence.’ Yes, just like in the song popularised by American rock band Disturbed. Since the beginning of the lockdown, I’ve been sharing on Facebook video songs close to my heart to add a positive note to all the tragic…
Day 3 – Sunday, 29 March I can hear the anguish and concern in my mother’s voice every time we Whatsapp call. She suggested keeping a lockdown journal during these challenging times, and I may take her up on the offer. I’m in two minds about it, though. A journal is quite an intimate endeavour….