Your arrival late last year coincided with many of my milestones in life. From preparation to move to a new place, to the arrival of my baby son, Jude.
Over the next few months, you continued to manifest in both my social and professional circles, till it reached a point where we had to call a circuit breaker on you.
Your presence has confined us to our home, depriving my son of the chance to see the beautiful sights and sounds of the world.
Your presence has resulted in my businesses going on a (temporary) halt, creating uncertainty in both my staff's and my own livelihood.
Your presence has created paranoia within our society, raising social tensions, and fears as we navigate through this unchartered situation as a nation.
I don’t know when you will leave us, but I really do hope it’s soon. You have taken close to half of year 2020, so it’s time to return the second half back to us.
Give my son a chance to feel the sea breeze, touch the sand at the beach, and see the clouds form shapes of animals as we take a stroller walk along East Coast Park.
Give my staff and myself a chance to continue to sustain our livelihoods, where we can make people happy once again with our food, drinks and events.
Give the society a chance to live freely again, to not see a cough or a sneeze with fear and apprehension, and to laugh heartily with our friends as we hang out together once again.
For I know that our lives will never be the same again after your arrival. But I too know that we will rebuild our lives again, if you just leave us, and never to come back to us again.