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I’m in a State of Massive Meltdown as We Enter Lockdown
Our country’s a national disaster anyway — now it’s official
Sunday evening I was restless, waiting for our President to address the nation.
The 90-minute delay created chaos in my mind.
Apart from a failing economy 38% unemployment, 52% living in poverty, rolling power blackouts, dysfunctional municipalities, many with lack of access to clean water and a fragile health system, how the hell are we going to cope with Covid-19 in South Africa?
What’s he going to say?
Is it serious here in South Africa with 61 cases reported? How will we contain it? Hubby is 80, I’m nearing 70 — risky business.
I’d been dishing out positive advice sprinkled with humor the past week to readers in Europe, the USA and elsewhere, but now the viral bastard is knocking at my door, I’m not so bloody brave.
It’s no longer virtual reality — it’s here.
I sensed depression creeping in.
Recalling the Shona word kufungisa which means thinking too much, I stopped thinking and started cooking dinner.
Unlike the annual State of the Nation Address in February, filled with platitudes, wishful thinking and action plans…
