Dear, not Dear 2020 No one can quite appropriately put the vast range of...
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Dear, not Dear 2020 No one can quite appropriately put the vast range of shit-show emotions we experienced into words. Personally, the year was bothered by an enhanced version of family, trust, and faith. Living in Lagos for the past 1½ years has seen me live a fast-paced, no-breather lifestyle, it has made me have a proper connection to family and loved ones because 90% of the time I am tired. Reconnecting over random zoom calls and being in close proximity to my brother brought back that semblance of family. moments again. Finding trust in the most random of places is a rare blessing. With the widespread salary cuts and lay-offs that came with the prolonged lockdown, it finally knocked on my door. June began with the rash news that even if my team survived COVID-19 we would be stepping into the new world without jobs. We were laid off. But God came through with an avalanche of opportunities. Can never end this without emphasizing on the great blackness that was the #EndSARS protests and how it ended. Amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope that our country would actually experience a new dawn. The government decisions that led up to the point of widespread protests were embarrassing and annoying, to say the least. To think that when we thought the big break was coming, they shot it down. I remember logging off DJ Switch's Instagram live and crying so much in the darkness of my room. It felt like a loved one died. These days just exist here, I am no longer attached to Nigeria. A few words turned out longer than expected. Maybe someday everything will be alright, maybe. James