The passage of time seems to be such a fractured thing right now and it isn’t going to stop being so any time soon. As a country, we are bracing ourselves for the cresting of the Corona wave.
There are as many movies about funerals and the aftermath thereof as there are genres of movies! There is a favourite cinematography device that can be applied, again, to most genres. The church and graveyard scenes fade. The next day the family arrives (separately) at very official-looking offices. Nobody makes eye contact. There are a lot of awkward silences. The executor of the estate walks in. The camera pans slowly over the faces of the prospective heirs. This is the moment of truth: the Reading Of The Will …
Some feel cheated. We were told ‘this lockdown thing’ will come to an end, and yes, we knew it would not quite mean business to usual, but THIS unusual? And for how long, THIS time? Anger and frustration, fueled by denied addictions and proclivities, are rising. Scathing memes and poisonous comments are setting Facebook and social media on fire. There are growing accusations of class and race prejudice from all sides.
It is true – the country has been down-graded by the last remaining ratings agency, Moody’s, that thought South Africa was worth investing in – somewhat. It would be really bad news, if we don’t take into consideration that the whole world is facing two crises. We are all battling the COVID-19 virus and markets are volatile everywhere.