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The good thing about it it that I have gone to market, so I don’t have to worry for sometime about what to eat because the new rule now is that one is not allowed to leave the cité for more than 30 minutes, if so you will be tested before you can come into the cité. That was the voice I was hearing in my dream only to wake up and realize it was not a dream. It was the voice of my roommate telling her parents about the current situation and that was the news we received in the afternoon from The director through Grace after two students from Cape-cost Ghana were taken to the hospital or one can call it a confinement house.      Some still believe that they won’t get it and on the other hand we were coming up with different propaganda against the nurse. What if she has it ? What if she mistakes flu or malaria for Coronavirus ? What if she’s the primary source for us getting it ? This situation has instilled more fear in everyone. The plan now is that no matter anything ...

16 cases of Coronavirus in Togo and one of the lecturers in village du Benin tested positive. This sent waves of fear to every student leaving in the cité even thou the news could be false but it spread like a wild fire everywhere.      Here we are thinking this virus was not close by but we forgot that the center of Lomé is Université du Lomé. Village du Benin which is located few steps by the left through the school main gate is a language school that is run by the government.       My upper lips was burning from the goat meat suya i was eating, someone on the other hand asking what we were told in the Coronavirus orientation. Of course some of the students didn’t come for the orientation because we thought Lomé as Nigeria; where we can stay with our family with peace of mind. And with the notion that it is far away from us, but things change when we realized that we are in the heart of Togo, we became  extremely careful.       To...

Patrice ! Ade is sick o ! He’s having cough. Are you serious! replied another voice. Ade ! don’t touch me ! I said don’t touch me pls ! The sound mixed with fear and anger could not let me concentrate on writing the essay I needed for my summer internship.      On the morning of that same day, the 20th of March 2020, we were mandated to attend  the orientation of Coronavirus organized by village du Benin Togo. And also one must wash his hands with the provided soap and water in the school compound  before you can be allowed in class. The orientation was held in the hall with not more than 100 students per barge. The first barge ended with the installation of fear and extra carefulness in us and we washed our hands according to what we were taught in the hall by the school nurse before we left the school environment.       I was still on the summer internship application when news was brought to us that school has shutdown till further notice...

                  The darkness within The feeling void The dark sound filled with teary love Powerful sadness binded by Insatisfaction of hope Hope in the essence The light eyes of love Which sees through the soul. The humble rhythm created from the inner emptiness that caresses the soul Light me up oh sound so dark For I'm yours and you are lost in me Sometimes darkness is built by the emptiness of the soul