I ain’t able na !
Over the past 11 months, we have been dealing with a lot of change. Changed to the point that not everything we know has changed. ‘The chirren home all d time’; ‘we cyah go for a Lil lime’; ‘I working from home’; ‘we hadda wear this sickening mask’; ‘d church service is only one hour’. Hell, we cyah even shake hands no more. Not to mention the long list of persons that sadly lost their jobs. Many of us hated change so much, we avoided changing jobs, or vehicles just because we couldn’t stand facing the ‘unknown’. Some of us made macaroni pie, calloo and stew chicken every Sunday for the past 10 years because we hold on to tradition. Our rationale ‘’Daz wa I know’’. That being said, how d hell are we coping with all this? I think that’s what worries me the most. Some of the things we did, even the ‘toxic ones’, keep us together, which probably kept us sane. At least, that is in lay terms. Truthfully, it has been a concern of mine since the start of this pandemic. How would thi...