by Elizabeth Ibe
We assume these things, once impossible to believe. So much violence, so many hurting. The waking of a glorious morning fills us with so many questions. Fantasy of the unknown grips us. We say these things, but the truth is far-fetched. Daily we consume near truths. Perhaps we could call it mental dishonesty? We feel the eerie atmosphere: what shall we call these things? So many questions. In the midst of chaos, we found faith. In the midst of confusion, we found sanity. Fear is gone, strength is found. We familiarise ourselves with hope in a world filled with loneliness, we found togetherness. We come together to become one as family. Long lost love rekindles in a world where dinning alone is normal. We are seen together breaking bread with brothers and sisters. We share a humble kiss.