In March 2020 a virus known as COVID-19 reached the shores of South Africa - a pandemic like never seen during our generation or the one before. Total lockdown internationally - airports closed, harbours, rail and free movement. Masks became the order of the day, social distancing, handwashing for 40 seconds, isolation.
Today, there is a seething, grunting animal within; it snarls and growls, pacing angrily within the prison, not of its making
The cage is pressing in,
suffocating
The family and friends (what friends)
are not here, no one to hold or hug
no one to see the tears I try so valiantly to stay
Others drink and eat and are merry,
Their cage does not include solitude, day after day, the bleak welcome of an empty flat,
the cold welcoming embrace of nothing
No red wine to dull the ache,
No wrinkled sheets to witness my misery,
I am lonely, I grow in despair
During my 5 weeks of complete lockdown - I crocheted many projects but the one that will forever remind me of this period is my Sunburst Granny Square blanket.
It was tough at the time - Brian, who I had only just begun to see again at the beginning of March after asking Deon to leave, was alone and lonely - suffering without his grog and normal haunts.
I was adjusting to being alone, living alone; not able to see Cheyna and the Dyer's or Chad.
Knowing Deon was with Karen, niggled at me. Chad - his first year at work and now forced to work at home, alone and struggling
