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What Did We Do To Deserve 2020?

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Genius “Ginimbi” Kadungure and friends Limumba Karim, Alicia Adams and Michelle 'Moana' Amuli died on the spot along Liberation Legacy Way in Harare when his Rolls Royce collided head-on with a Honda Fit, veering off the road and hit a tree before catching fire.

IT’S only fifty-three days before 2020 ends.

Let the record reflect that this year has been the sport of the strangest misfortunes. It has really been a tough pill to swallow in more ways than one.

What it has done to us would have broken anybody else’s heart. We have been shipwrecked, ice-environed, tomahawked and eaten alive.

Literally, this has been one HELL of a year.

Yet, this was supposed to be an amazing year. It began with an optimistic to-do list and lots of achievable goals. We were going to get so much accomplished and make so many family memories. Everything was going great, and we even termed it twenty-plenty.

But the year took a different turn.

I’m at a loss of words. In fact, the poverty of language cannot holistically describe or convey an accurate idea of what a deplorable catastrophe this has been.

We have heard stories of resilience and strength, but it appears that all of it is shattered between the pandemic, hardships and death.

The coronavirus is raging from this side, and ain’t nobody found a cure for it now. This tumultuous, upside-down, jittery time of infection is beginning to settle into normalcy.

Folks we love and hold so dearly are dropping like flies, leaving us with deep scars on the heart. Deep enough that no surgery can patch or sow.

With hundreds of thousands of people out of work and millions more living in fear of sickness, possibly death, it seems selfish to talk about missing the freedom to come and go at will. Yet what is still abnormal is that we remain shut in, day after day, staring at the walls of our rooms. Human beings were made to get out and explore. I suppose I always knew it but now I truly understand the importance of new experiences and heading out into the unknown to my own sense of being alive.

This year alone, we have watched bleakly as all the things we took years to build were brought down like the antediluvian walls of Jericho. This frightens me so much that I’m now always in the constant mode of frightful suspicion that I’m becoming deranged.

This year, we’ve sadly said goodbye to many notable celebrities.

Patson Dzamara.

Cal_Vin

Ginimbi

Moana. 

Gringo.

To name just a few.

All of them are gone. Just like that. And tell you what, the wrong people are dying.

This is unbearable, and what did we do to deserve this?

I just hope this year just end. But who knows what tomorrow might bring?

Nobody!

ImChris Charamba

Head Storyteller at Enthuse Afrika. A Storyteller & Creator who balances nuanced & witty literary writing with a pop culture experience. Captivates raw, authentic sights, moments, feelings and conversations. Follow him on Twitter @ImChrisCharamba 

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