Evidently, everyone desired life even as coronavirus pandemic hit. Governments around the globe tightened the belt with widespread calls for a resilient, sustained battle. That man hadn’t mastered his world remained evident as the crisis tamed an otherwise curious creature.
Demographers had little to say, save nodding concordance with Thomas Malthus. Nature’s checks and balances had definitely trimmed man and put him where he fit best.
Being alive required great effort yet death never featured in the scheme of things, unless one found a greater purpose.
Initially, individuals went out hunting— for game, jobs, houses, or training— in the hope of riding upon the cool sail of the tides. Corporatocracy meant that people had to keep rolling regardless of the excesses gracing their paths.
Definitions of the quality of life pitied dignity against societal benchmarks— namely; years lived free of diseases, hard toil, and struggle— although to some individuals, it was all about classiness and trends.
Breakups were bundled up in the famous set of 'nothing lasts forever' while chance remained a sweepstake. Perplexing enough is that it hasn’t been open on the level of seriousness governments have devoted towards a global ill.
Sub-Saharan Africa stands pardoned in the sense that the African Dummy has nothing much to balance in the bigger picture of prominence.
There has been a naughty group of men, and women, the gamers/ gamblers whose pastime has been anything falling within the realms of the unimaginable. That none of them has so far placed a bet on coronavirus clears all doubts on the gravity of the matter.
But then, it is not the ordinary gambler about whom such authorship is directed; rather, it is the problem gambler to whom an admiration is entertained— seemingly, problem gamblers have busied themselves in sipping juice leaving the business of life to those who, though they…
…breathe, are dead! Human history records many incidences of solutions awaiting problems yet rarely is there an impressive account of a solution timely enough as to bring people back on track.
A recent subtlety depicts man as inherently seeking to do something even that which he can’t lay hands on.
Despair, however, has yielded uninteresting results even as political gangsters chanted, “Desperate situations call for desperate measures!” To some, it was about switching off the light, tearing down the wall, or cutting down on expenditures.
To others, the world appeared to have caved in that even those of 'nitumie fare' stayed clear of the temptation. Whether markets were clearing or freaky men shut the doors, remained a story in pink.
Certainly, no one cared whether markets behaved or manned down amidst the scary disruption.
Earth’s routine remained rigid in dishing out disasters contrary to the popular belief that nature labored alongside man in guaranteeing a fruitful sojourn. Perhaps, man’s destiny is never in his hands; maybe, it’s time individuals packed up! But then, he who lives, lives well.
Sadly, the world’s unweeded garden has finally yielded to seed even as frontline workers knit their way through the garbage of time singing, “By the waters of anguish, there we sat down! We wept when we remembered the good old times!”

By Kefa Simiyu

Saturday, May 1, 2021
Disclaimer: The views are of the author's, and may not necessarily reflect the position of the Panel. The Panel supports all courses geared towards combating covid-19 pandemic.
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