QUARANTINE, ECONOMY, ROPES AND RATS kansmus@gmail.com Shouldn’t I think that I am writing about suicide today? Then why the rope and the rats? Shouldn’t I think that I am writing anthrax today? Then why the quarantine? Or shouldn’t I think that I am writing poverty today? Then why the economy? I also do not know. Before my final punctuation, I shall have known what I am writing about. Today morning I forced myself from the tempting friendliness of my warm bed. I did not yawn like on other cold mornings. I stretched in the falling morning dew and shouted words in the title of this writing as I thought about what to ink down about it. Having travelled upcountry due to family demand, the imminent surging of the cost of living in the city (I am not shy to state but yes I mean food prices), the popular belief that it is ‘good to die’ from home and the countrywide need for social distancing, I am in the one-meter distance company of my young brother Crescent who does no...
