Editorial
Imagine 2020 as a football match. We—the people—have conceded a million goals or more. Our opponents? You couldn't see them; they're all over the place and they're lightning fast. Bullied, ransacked, and fighting for our lives, we don't know what to do but to stay put. Like we are now at our homes.
What's worse? We have not reached half-time yet.
We live, in between the dichotomy of offices opening for business and specific areas of the capital heading into total lockdown. We live, raising our fists in protest against racism and discrimination in far off lands, while communities inside our own borders plead for equality. We live, in fear that the world we know of—all the hugs, high fives, and hand shakes—will never be the same.
The worst part? There is no additional time.
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