Wrote this Newsletter (as is apparent from the date) in January 2018.
Right at the start of my 2nd missionary journey to PH which started off even worse than the first. I sat in my dark apartment and fiddled on my laptop, sorely missing the routine of my life back in Lagos. Browsing through my old files to make space, came across this little gem and thought how poignant it is for this Quarantine lockdown life. The thirst and disruption to our routines, to our schedules is always a blow to our systems. Inasmuch as we all ache to be children of spontaneity, we often fall into a routine that suits us and our lifestyles and anything but that forces us into a new confined space is always unwelcome and very uncomfortable. I guess we are not as flexible as we thought. Sad part about it, is as I returned to Lagos my routine slowly morphed into something else, some part of it stayed the same (Church and Grocers on Saturday mornings) but the rest, sort of adjusted as part of a compromise of where I saw myself. Something tells me that our lives will have to do the same post-Covid19. Hopefully it's for the better not the worse. Some parts of us, how we live, are simply not negotiable, I'm afraid.
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