Reflections by Nano

Hold your fire comrades, the 22-year-old resurfaced yesterday! For the purposes of simplicity and easy referencing, we'll just call him "22"😅.  So I may have exaggerated and overreacted a little. I was too quick to vent since the guy was just quiet and unreachable for one day (hand on face). And I knew his phone had issues from time to time. I humbly apologise to 22 and to all who were so emotionally invested that they were ready to slash his hypothetical tires and almost trolled him on the socials. I almost sparked a "Men are Trash" movement (Lawd!)  So when he called and I found out that he actually had a reasonable excuse for going MIA, I almost passed out because I'd just published yesterday's blog entry, and he hadn't seen it yet. Like the little drama queen I can be, I was frantically screaming and running around the house asking if I should delete the post quickly before he reads it (uyalazi ihaba)...lol. For a few minutes, I forgot I had Cov...

So the Rona got me y'all...😅😅😅 A few months ago it was just this far-fetched and mysterious thing we sang about in jest, and now I'm one of the 200 000 odd people in SA who've come face to face with the Coronavirus. Someone asked me..."Did you cry when you got your results?" Lol...(I didn't, for the record). I mean, I understand the devastating effects that Covid-19 has had on some vulnerable people and don't want to minimise the seriousness of this virus, but for a lot of people, it's just been another flu bug that comes and goes without wreaking much havoc. The same has been true for me. My biggest drawback throughout this experience wasn't the fear of death or hospitalisation. It's the social isolation. That almost killed me (I tell you, it's ten times worse than the first national lockdown).  The inability to get a much-needed hug or affectionate touch from a loved one out of fear of infecting them. Being forced to stay at home day i...