2020.
I started the year with so much happiness. My sisters and I sang praises and danced until it was midnight, and then we shared hugs, wished ourselves a happy new year and made positive declarations. 2019 was a bad year, I hoped 2020 would be different. I resumed school as a final year student and by my calculations, was supposed to graduate in August. A few weeks in, Corona Virus grew stronger than ever. Some people said it wasn't real, some people held on tightly to their facemasks and sanitizers. Schools were closed down. It became clear to me that somehow, graduating in August wasn't going to happen. But somewhere in the midst of these spiraling events, I met someone. I fell hard and made beautiful love. I couldn't stand being home all day doing nothing, so I acquired a skill and mastered it. I learnt how to make clothes. I read more books than I had read all my life and wrote often. I started my blog. I started working on my book, made great progress. I participated in ...