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Dear Friend

I am sorry for not being able to hug you and wipe away the tears that flooded your cheeks when you recieved the sad news about your mother’s death. You really wanted to book a flight and travel back home to come and bury the woman whose womb was your first home but the airports were closed and you could not travel . You were inconsolable and you had a lot of unanswered questions. Although you tried to wear a happy face you were only able to travel three months after your mother had passed away.

I am sorry for not telling you that I suffered from depression this year. I was scared that you would make fun of me for being childish or accuse me of being ungrateful.

Although I felt empty, isolated and lonely I managed to learn to live within my means and to distinguish between needs and wants. Who would have thought your best friend would go for close to a week without having a banana? I now enjoy baking and painting and maybe these two skills saved me from sinking.

Life has taught me that you can plan everything but you will always be a spectator in your own life.This is because no one is certain of what will happen tomorrow.

I long to go to the supermarket or move around the streets without wearing a mask. I hope that one day I will be able to see you physically rather than having the long video calls and make fun of you for either gaining or losing weight. I would love to hug you so tight and never let you go because I really miss you. Would it not be wonderful to hold your hand without the fear of contracting the Corona virus?

This year has been a rollercoaster ride but I am glad that I managed to sail through the storm. 2020 has robbed us of a lot of opportunities but, it has also taught us a lot of life lessons.You should never give up on something that you deeply love .

Life is a journey rather than a race. Work on compiling your resolutions and be the best version of yourself in 2021.

Farewell 2020


Published by tcndangana

The girl with an overactive imagination

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