2020 has been one weird year for me and probably everyone. With all this weirdness in the atmosphere, it is hard not to be affected by it in some emotional way and I think I've recently been taking hard hits on the chin.
About 8 days ago, I stumbled into Perdida and took her in from a ditch. Things didn't work out well for her because she had been out in the cold too long, and while I did my best, it was a really emotional moment for me that literally drew tears out of my eyes.
That sad event seemed to have opened the flood gates to even more tears, because last night, I had a horrible nightmare about my parents. It was difficult to see them like that(in the dream). My eyes welled up and tears started running down my face in the dream, but as I woke up, it was like the emotions from the dream spilt over to reality and I continued crying.
I called my mum's phone and it was switched off, which made me sort of panic a little bit. Then I called my dad and he picked up sounding all cheerful and mum was also in the background, sending her greetings. I told them about my dream and they just laughed and told me to just keep praying for them.
I've been thinking of home for some time now and I think it is getting to me. I miss the simple life back there, mum's cooking and listening to my dad talks about politics. I miss my siblings, the air and everything about Bayelsa. I know going back is going to be tedious if I eventually get stuck there if the President institutes another lockdown, but really, is that such a bad thing? I'm homesick.
