Tired, and Normal
Dear Kenyans, I understand that we are tired; I am tired too. I am tired of wearing my mask. Tired of staying away from my friends and family because I don’t know if I could infect them. Tired of being resilient, of being hopeful and of being cautious. But above all, I am tired of seeing the increasing number of dead and infected pass by. Knowing that each of those numbers represents promises unkept. Knowing that each of those numbers represents communities in mourning. Fearing that one of those numbers could be me. So, I will not remind you of those numbers. Because, for better or worse, many of us remain unaffected by the virus. And it is this distance, that allows us to look past the coronavirus. This distance permits my selfishness as I bemoan the containment measures. As I join others in calling for a return to normal. But this is normal . If normalcy is conforming to a standard and the realisation of expectations; we now live in a world where we expect to stay ho...