"It's a ghost town," I said frankly. The wind whistled in my ear and I whistled right back. It was a quiet evening in the Kingston Metropolitan area. The roads were bare except for the rare Probox or other vehicle that would occasionally blaze by. "Corona virus!" one person shouted before launching into a new rap about the world's latest biological killer. I laughed. In a country like Jamaica, there was no end to our humor even in the worst of times and this was the worst of times. So far, this has been a disastrous year. Memes
World War III is trending on the third day of the year
Corona Outbreak in China
Corona Outbreak in Europe then the Americas
Now: Jamaica is under a State of Disaster, economy is expected to take a deep dive.
Some say that this is the end of the world and I reflected quietly on the possibility. It was a lonely walk to the cornershop, not a person in sight. The melancholy sky darkened above. Don't rain yet. Please. I pleaded to no one in particular. Immediately, I quickened my pace. I was almost there. As I turned onto the main road with the shop in sight, the rain came in a heavy downpour drenching me in water as cold as ice. I ran to the store but was disappointed. Peering from under my heavy lashes, I saw the sign. CLOSED
My laughter was muffled by the rolling thunder and I stood there in the rain, tired and enraged. I laughed all the way back home, empty-handed and soaked to the bones. I need a car.
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