Dear Reader: If you are reading this then there are several possible reasons why;
-The world did not come to an end. Good thing
-The pandemic ended and I did not survive- not necessarily a good thing- and some gold diggers decided to Anne Frank it.
-The pandemic decided to disappear and I cash this baby out.
– The pandemic has shown no sign of leaving, we have learnt to live with it and I have turned my dear journal to a dreary history book.
Either ways. It is being read by you. I don’t know how this will play out. I might start coughing tomorrow and die in 5 days time- my throat has been itching- I might not write an update for weeks because may uninteresting life has become even less interesting or I may be whisked away by a royal family of handsome rich people who are adamant that their highly chivalrous and intellectual son must marry me and the pandemic will be a royal honeymoon. Then I’ll have plenty of stories to tell.
Another thing is I may be too embarrassed writing my life’s deepest senselessness and I may not be able to share all this.
Chapter One: The Lists
I know I’m not going back to that humid office that smells like our boss’s sweat for a long time. I feel it in my bones. Maybe Corona will mandate the closure of the wastage of time, mental energy and fashion sense that is NYSC or maybe I’ll be rusticated because of the hostile energy I exude whenever I wear that terrible Khaki that looks so nice on me. Apparently poopoo green is my colour, with the things I’m beginning to discover about myself, I’m not even surprised.
I know I’m going to miss a few things like the chit chat with Lauje, the office assistant who is either in his twenties or fifties-I really can’t say- tall and lanky (hence the name) and whose head is clearly missing a few knots. He is loud and almost always speaks off point except he is talking about money; then he becomes a pro arithmetician.
I’ll miss looking at Mrs Binta, the lady whose real complexion remains the biggest office mystery -because a mix of the purple-brown lipstick and heavy foundation do funny things to ones visual senses- as she strolls in last every day and strolls out first because her ex-husband was the director and no one can say nothing.
I will definitely miss the epileptic wi-fi I can connect to only on the stairs on the way in and even though it means meeting and greeting people except when I’m pretending to be on the phone, it is worth downloading three episodes of Stranger Things after three hours.
I have barely stepped off the Napep when the scent of Jacqueline’s noodles swarm my senses and a wave of nostalgia hits. I already miss that heaven sent plate of noodles that tastes like epiphany. I always discover new things about life in every fork and I suspect she cooks them with weed, chicken poop or something like that so that we always keep going back for more. I told Hadiza that the other time and she looked at me as if I am a heathen for suggesting Jacqueline might have a slight.
Today, the Government have made an announcement ordering all offices to shut down. Today, I make two lists.
One; all the things I would love to do in the three months (my estimate, seems far fetched but we shall see) it will take before Corona sorts himself out (definitely a guy).
Second list; what I would love to do before the world wraps up and ends in the next few months because while an extreme end of my mind is hopeful, the other extreme end is in plain idiotic paranoia.
I swear when I see the figures of Covid-19 cases on the screen of TV before I walk out the moment the news starts because Millennials aren’t meant to like news, it looks like we have reached the finishing line and they are just rolling in the end credits.
But then Anne Frank probably also thought so, then she decided to write a journal, then the world (Germany here) picked up the pieces, pieces of her memory and glorified her years of isolation and eventual death. Could be me. Being famous even if post mortem is better than passing through all this ‘The First Wave’ movie come to life without being acknowledged for my bravery. So let’s write this journal.
Here’s what my lists look like. Should we start with the gloomy one or the hopeful one?
To do list before Covid19 departs and the world gets back to normal even though I doubt that:
– Make money
– Make friends from different countries
-Get a boyfriend
-Make sure he is rich and doesn’t have smelly mouth (these two are hard to find together)
-Start planning on getting hitched (how does this even work?).
-Reconnect with family and old friends.
-Read Qur’an, learn Hadith everyday
-Try reading a novel without having a headache and nausea
-Meditate inside a tub of warm water
-Sleeeepppp to get rid of eyebags and unwanted people
-Practice becoming ajebutter
-The boyfriend must be rich (emphasis)
-Go natural and grow hair to a healthy afro or waist length, whichever comes first.
-Melanin popping or just bleach the darn skin.
Pretty realistic right?
To do list before the world wraps up AKA Apocalyse
-Have one kid, but I’ll have to marry first right? And I really have no time for that.
-Eat junk because we will all die.
-Spend all the money on food… I repeat, we will all die.
– Tell your crush you have a crush on him and that we will all die.
-Write a letter to your boss giving him tips on how to stop smelling like a skunk for the betterment of Earth.
-Sleep or don’t sleep. That’s your problem because we will all what…?
-Slap Tasi’u’s always clean shaven head because I really want to do that before I die.
There, done. My list looks like the beginning of an award winning movie.
Now to the implementation.
‘Hmmm! You smell like your office’, my sister greets as she walks by.
I glare at her for a second. ‘You see, it is these things you say that makes people contemplate suicide’
She laughs and walks away feeling like her life’s mission of annoying people 3 times in an hour is gaining momentum.
I knew things were out of control when I found my sisters ‘To Do’ list from three years ago and in between the ‘make friends and stop talking to them’, ‘buy Iphone 8plus through prayers’ and ‘escape going to the University’, she legit has ‘annoy people for no reason at least 5 times daily’ like some sort of worship.
‘When did they take the lights?’ I ask her.
‘They never brought it back’ she screams back.
I let out a long sigh, drag my bag behind me and vow to get a power bank the next time I go out. Then I remember Corona and I sigh even deeper. 2020 is going to be a long year, I can feel it.