2020

 So i have been reminiscing 

Taking a journey back to the beginning of this year  

When all were screaming "happy new year"

Although the happy was ironic 

And the screaming was symbolic.

Only two months down the journey 

This pandemic came and the whole world was on lockdown 

Covid19 they called it 

It brought leaders to their knees and countries creating  international relations 

It had no social stratification in favour 

It took from the whites and the blacks, the rich and the poor 

Not to mention the number of the bodies we buried like trash when Cyclone Idai was here

Covid19 took   five times more 

This was the year we lost the best actors, artists, dancers, social influencers, models and writers 

This was the year in which car accidents rose to a norm 

The year in which children became mothers because of lockdown 

In this year some found God 

And some lost him.

So i have been thinking do we have to scream again?

Won't someone else die screaming in this year 2021. 

Do we have to celebrate and pop champagne?

Won't we be popping those champagne bottles on someone's grave soon

I don't know should we term it "my year"  or " year of prosperity"

Won't it mean my end? Or my year of suffering  

Help me understand is it worthy  celebrating the new year or we should be busy planning our funeral policies.