OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A proper Sunday: reading in bed, long walk along the Promenade with my love, browsing at the Book Lounge, Skype lunch with Mom and Krystian, gardening, more reading, some football and new series watching with my love, and his famous roast chicken for dinner. And last night, I slept again. No side effects, unless these two nights of deep sleep with dreams are an indication of some kind of vaccine-induced tiredness that needed to be slept off. It might simply be the relief that my life will be safe from COVID-19 soon. Whatever the reason – it is bliss to sleep properly. May there be many more such nights.
Ever since watching Thando Mgqolozana’s “Gaslighting 101” video, as well as reading Siphiwo Mahala’s “statement” and the many social media comments which followed both, I cannot stop thinking about the unfolding consciousness crisis in the literary community. Believing is one thing; acting another. And integrity has a very high price. It will be interesting to see who will be willing to pay it, and how.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”