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Sharing some thoughts and incidents I jotted down in my notebook during Lockdown.

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Do you want me to give it you? He asked with the bottle of disinfectant in hand as as I was about to exit the shop. Yes, I replied. Okay, I will give it to you, I’ll give it to you! I will give you everything you need!!

And everyone in the queue burst out laughing!

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‘How do you do the voodoo you do?’ asked my godson as we played cards. Kid. I know you and wiped your ass I thought. But secretly I love that he thought I could read his mind. Mystery helps.

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Only bad music will kill me, I confessed to my friend when I called. You would be able to hand pick all the music to torture me. She laughed because she knows Boy Bands will be the death of me.

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My Mother has horrid taste in music and lockdown is not helping. She even dared to ask if I could find music of people…yoddling. Clearly, my musicality has nothing to do with her. My father impressed me by asking for Gregorian chants. My sister then walked in and rolled her eyes. She is living up to her new nickname: Cardi B!

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I  resorted to good old fashion blackmail. Be nice to your aunty and you get this cash when lockdown ends. If I ask do you love me, sound enthusiastic bladdy hell! They agreed…way to easily. But in these dark times, I will take any win I can. Hehe

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My Mother walks into my room, looks at my bed filled with so many books I barely have space to sleep and says, ‘Yes, I was once just like this…’ This is why she is forgiven for her bad taste in music. And for knowing how to snap me out of a bad space when I can’t speak.

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Lines to a song I am working on..

‘He falls asleep every night drinking// She tries not to guess what he’s thinking// And pretends she can’t smell his breathe when he finally gets into bed// Comfort is the name of the game// The rules may change but the outcome remains the same// Comfort is the name of this game// The lies we tell just to remain same..’

PS, this song was too depressing. So I stopped writing.

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When speaking of stories used to scare us as kids. ‘I was taught to fight the man in my shadow’ That’s bad said my brother. What if, I responded, there is a man over there that needs to be fought?

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Lyrics to a song I completed…

‘Come find me on the other side of the line// I know you made a deal with the devil and your contract has been signed// But if you stay, I’ll stay to// Coz I know this time that ole devil he really pulled through…’

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Best message from friends stuck overseas…’Silk, you walk softly and gently through the corridors of our minds and we love you for it..’ I miss my friends.

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When thinking of sunsets I am reminded of being on stage. I call it my Middle Point, where I managed to reel people in with the music. It’s warm but has a certain edge to it, the lyrics comfort but not enough to lull you into forgetfulness. It’s that point, when the sun is just about to set but Sparks of Gold and Warmth pierce your skin still. And not even I know where the music will take me to next. That’s what I love most and wait for…

 

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