Remember… there is still time

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March 20, 2020 by mojisolaadebayohotmailcom

Remember the time when the world shut down, shops shut down, planes grounded, cars parked, trains halted. Remember the lock down. Remember seeing it coming on and wondering how you would cope. Remember when you couldn’t go to work, worried about your elders, stayed in with your children, stayed in your room, couldn’t concentrate on work, study, school. Remember the time when you couldn’t pay the rent, the mortgage, the bills, scared you’d lose your home, watched the country’s rising debt, wondered where they had kept all those billions now being spent. Remember the talk of war, war-talking politicians doing bad impersonations. Remember your frustration at the information, communication, the when will there be clarity? Remember the mistrust. Remember the facemasks and the gloves, turning your face away from coughs, remember holding your breath. Remember getting sick, or not. Remember the dead, the dying. Remember the health workers and feeling thankful. Remember the food shortages, the shelves, the absurdity of toilet roll. Remember wondering whether you should buy an extra whatever… just in case. Remember wondering if the water, the vegetables, the meat was safe. Remember the cupboards full of carbs. Remember trying to stay healthy but… Remember the constant stream of bad news. Remember watching it all and wanting it to stop. Remember the army on the streets, the truck loads of bodies, Italians, Chinese… Remember the racism against Asians and wondering if people were giving you bad looks. Remember wondering where was safe and who would be next. Remember the eerie silence, the ghostly streets, the fear of hunger, the hamsterkäufe – the human hamsters hoarding, the surprise that dystopia really was so easy. Wasn’t it surreal? Remember running out of words to describe it. Remember the warnings, the leaders on television, the stupid nationalism, the confusion, the expectation of a solution, the wondering how long this would go on, the celebrations missed, the irrelevance of so much of… all of it. Remember wondering if this is it, is this how it ends, armageddon? Remember when the Italian President said, “There is no more time”. And remember the solidarity, the kindness, the community, the rare questioning, the messaging, the funny videos, the alternatives to the life you had been living, the sharing, the ideas, the poems, the songs, the touch and virtual touch, the conversations about how to live and where do we go from here? Remember the hope for something different at the end of all of this. Remember all you have already forgotten and… see climate change. There is still time. Not much but, there is still time.

 

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Mojisola Adebayo: Plays One

Mojisola Adebayo Plays One

Plays One is…

A collection of plays from Mojisola Adebayo, actor, writer, director, producer, workshop facilitator and teacher.

Plays included in this collection are:

Desert Boy
Matt Henson: North Star
Muhammad Ali and Me
Moj of the Antarctic: An African Odyssey