My head hurts. I am trying to lower my caffeine consumption, especially with coffee, so I didn’t have any today, and I feel so sleepy, and my head hurts, waiting for the painkillers to do their job.
Hello, how are you? Has it really been 17 days since the full lockdown started? How are you coping? I can’t imagine it being easy, especially if you’re really committed to the lockdown and not leaving the house.
I can’t say I am very much affected by the lockdown so far; the first week of lockdown (and me testing negative), I spent the whole week in the mountains, and during last week I was spending the afternoons with my friend at her house every day or two, so this is keeping me a bit sane. I’ve had my share of 21 days in a single room, I want to breathe.
I don’t know how people are coping, really. People from my community, who live off a daily income, how do you expect them to choose starvation over the virus? It’s almost impossible. You take the loaf of bread out of the hands of a poor man and then wonder why he cries.
I pity my community, so poor and fragile as if it’s walking on eggshells. How do they survive? I ask myself. How do they eat when it’s been 17 days of complete lockdown and little to no aid from the government or non-governmental organizations? My God, How do they eat?
I think it’s unfair to exploit people’s weakest moments for the sake of promotion, but the WFP TVC during Ramadan was a stab in the gut. In case you didn’t see it, it was a mother telling her little boy a bedtime story about a rabbit and that it is okay to sleep on an empty stomach because she could not afford food, and she didn’t want to tell him.
Even remembering this brings tears to my eyes; how were they even able to shoot this? Can you even imagine thousands of mothers having to hug their children to sleep with an empty stomach?
And here I am, coffee deprived with a headache and very tired, tired of what? Of luxuries? Why is life so cruel? Why does any child ever have to be hungry? Why does any child have to be deprived of food and toys, and life?
Sometimes all this is just too unfair.
I’m going to make myself a cup of coffee.