Thread by @marcusolang

I hate that 1824 clip. Hate it. I've been struggling to figure out why all day, and it's just hit me. And with this dawning realisation, it transformed into a melange of pity and revulsion.

PART 1: THE PITY.

We're about to go into the 3rd month since the first confirmed covid-19 case in Kenya. Almost immediately, the self-isolation and WFH advisories came into play.

It was fine in the beginning. People became chefs, teachers, philosophers, health experts and more, all at once. Remember back when tissue paper was our primary concern? Ah, the good old days.

Then time wore on. And reality started setting in.

I don't mean the financial side of things. That's not the point here.

I'm talking about the emotional side of things.

I'm talking about the fact that, for the first time in probably people's entire lives, they had to confront their demons.

They had to sit and face the haunting silence of their pasts and their decisions, with no bar to go to for happy hour pints.

They had to face their own reflection in the mirror, and deal with their own thoughts. The trauma they had buried. The abuse they had inflicted on others.

They had to fight the gnawing realisation of the monstrosities many of us truly are.

Nowhere to run. No random plans to serve as distractions. No shallow conversations over the din of unnecessarily loud music in a stuffy, stale bar to hide behind.

Wipe it down challenge, only you catch glimpses of the monster you keep denying exists.

And many started to panic.

In that panic, rather than invest the time and effort genuine growth needs, they ran right back into their comfort zones at the slightest occasion.

Broken humans scampering back to the facade of normalcy.

PART 2: THE REVULSION.

Seriously, why?

I understand this much: News about how the virus affects people varies every other day. Mara it kills, mara you can be asymptomatic, mara bishops can go into ICU and leave healed without losing even a hair on their head...

... mara you don't even know anyone that's been infected... I get it. Too many conflicting stories.

But still, seriously, why?

Why wouldn't you assume worst case scenario, for the benefit of those you love? Or do you not love anyone?

Why wouldn't you err on the side of caution and just keep yourself safe? You're huko masks off, grinding against each other (weakly, I must add) in a crowded, closed space... WHY?

Why that level of recklessness, surely?

Are you that bored?

Si tusaidiane tu sote, tafadhali?

I hate that 1824 clip. Hate it.

Right now, I don't know whether to pity the people, or to be revolted by them.

I'm genuinely seesawing between the two at this present moment.