We had our periodic five year election hapenning a few days ago, a new year with probably a new power house, we thought! But now, I guess not! Now, with elections, the tensed up feel especially about safety is a given and if there is anything Covid has taught us, it's that the best decisions are made when you sit still and watch for a while. As we watched and our hearts screamed silent prayers, whispers of fear, doubt and blurred lines started to take over the communities. Everyone went into side eye mode. Dejavu! Where did Covid's twin come from?
Supermarkets and wholesale shops started to milk money by this time, people buying a bit of dried food and supplies. Corn meal, the most despised food in Uganda, courtesy of it being almost the only food consumed by every Ugandan student throughout their school life, became a best buy. I personally bought so much milk powder to keep the little one company incase his milk buds got lonely from a lack of his favourite milk drink, now I have enough to not stress in the long queues at the local dairy for a good while. Sound familiar? Dejavu! Where did Covid's twin come from?
Curfews were more enforced, military fatigued giants were more of the kind of people walking the streets. Precious ones that shall never be forgotten, were lost. Everything seemed to be moving in semi-frozen style. A subtle type of darkness covered the faces of many, hoping that the worst doesn't come out to destroy the pieces we were still trying to pick up from the Rona storm. Days quietly passed, the peace we all held each other's hands for as a country, took the throne and just like that, the elections were over! We got through it, just like we did the previous storm. Dejavu! We always survive, moreover only to come out stronger!
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