The word Covid19 has been causing distress worldover. In the last few weeks as Africa geared up for its wave, I’ve been pondering what it will mean for me and to the people around me.
Africa has been the last hit continent, and like the rest of the world, each country in the continent has taken a difference stance in tackling the issue. Others have followed the Indian approach of full Lockdown, some have spread awareness and encouraged face masks, whilst some have decided to let God do his work. What is clear is the lack of understanding, the lack of clarify in fighting and handling the disease and therefore confused messages for everyday Africans who will likely be the hardest hit.
In a climate of ever changing weather patterns that have affected food security in the region, Covid19 has come at a devastating time. The Islamic month of Ramadhan will start for many in the next two days. This year, I pray that there are no public I iftaars and no taraweh at masjids.
It breaks my heart to think of everything that is happening, especially in this blessed month. I hope and pray that Covid19 is a reminder to us of the hungry, of people stuck in their lives not because of choice but because of circumstances, and I pray we come out of these challenging time - stronger, together, humble and conscious of each other as humans.
If one thing Covid has taught me, is that ultimately only those people who have been there for you in unprecedented times, are worth having in my life.
These are some stories and sights of people & places in my community.
I will be adding more in due course.