Unless you live under a rock, or in Tajikistan you would have heard that a menacing flue like the virus has been wreaking havoc around the world, even the tribes in the Amazon, the tribes that hardly see the sun are said to have gotten it.
The Brazilian President Mr. Bessanano, had earlier denied the seriousness of the virus calling it at one time, a conclusion of the Western Media to cause pandemonium and havoc
Well, unless you live in Tajikistan, which does not have a single case of the virus you will have been affected by the disturbance of the peace that this mindless menace has done to all of our lives.
The palpable fear of this virus is just the tip of the iceberg.
Then there are the threats to jobs real and imagined that this virus has begun effecting.
Millions worldwide will be furloughed; the greatest of depressions is truly among us. Already the price of oil has tanked to bellow 5 dollars barrel If you find a person with oil, you power the oil and sell the barrel said a nerd on Twitter.
The after-effects of this virus may cause far more atrocious effects than the virus itself.
In Africa and Asia, millions who rely on the gig economy or a daily wage to get by are more afraid of hunger and homelessness. The X factor that has been a common leveler for all of us, however, for the plumber and the politician, the king, and the country boy, is the disruption that this disease has written in our lives, inform of lockdowns and stay at home orders
The scientists thought it right to institute lockdowns and stay at home orders as a way to storm the tide of the virus.
Suddenly cities that wore bustling with tourists and petty crooks. Cities with vagrants like San Francisco are all silent.
Pin drop silence is even Seen in Down Town Kampala.
The ubiquitous Bodaboda that was thought untamable has been silenced.
One can, (if you care to) cross a road in Kampala without the fear of being knocked by these pesky but relevant modes of transport that go by different names in African cities.
The COVID Crisis has brought us all together, in our locked down cocoons. We can finally say that a cat can look at a King. That rich and poor can all feel the stink of this giant fart that has spoiled the air in a great restaurant.
A cat may look at a king
Are we, witnessing for the first time, a unifying event, diabolical as it is where, because of our seemingly common suffering. rich and poor are finally united
Maybe the class unity that Marx so vociferously espoused has finally been realized amidst this lockdown.
Rich and poor both inconvenienced and in equal danger of this killer.
The truth is the poor are still more adversely affected especially in Africa than the Rich.
This is no great leveler. Our daily lives have been infringed upon but the quality of our suffering is still different depending on one’s station in life.
Social distancing is an unfunny joke among the vast urban poor yet its easy to implement among the rich who have gazebos as opposed to the urban poor Ugandans. What about the idea of working from home.
It assumes people working on laptops with that regular refill of coffee and the occasional disturbance by the dog.
However, most people in Uganda, for example, do not have that luxury.
Work is a daily grind, spent in the informal sector with no social safety net and so working from home is starving from home.
A cat among the pigeons
The thing about this disaster that will forever be remembered is the way it has rained on our parade. Our manicured lawns of life have been so upended.
We have been forced to confront the reality of our lives in enforced lockdown be it, our lack of anything meaningful besides our work or forced time with our spouses.
The lockdown is one giant solitary confinement forced upon us.
In solitary confinement, people confront the reality of their actions as well as being put away from other people.
As animals take over cities humanity has been forced to confront its way forward in silence (for those with expansive houses at least).
This disaster has truly thrown a cat among the pigeons
How dare this virus wet the manicured lawn of our lives?
The Jet set cannot travel to the Alps and then the Cayman Islands within a day.
The poor miss out on the daily hassle.
The opportunity to earn an extra bock and stave of the lion of poverty.
A cat has truly been thrown among the pigeons.
Whether the pigeons will come to rest once the cat has been chased remains to be seen
In the meantime, we just soldier on