June 8, 2020 — 04:11pm GMT+0000


Jessica Vinton
Jessica Vinton Contributor

Let’s imagine that we were all mandated to keep a diary, and some kids many years from now stumble on your journal, what would they find?

Here’s what I imagine writing in my diary. This should be fun; trust me.


Who could have imagined that the year 2020 would turn out this way? 

No one. I mean, 2020, held brilliant promises that we all looked forward to. You know, this was the year that all my dreams were eventually going to come true. So, at the start, I did set a ton of goals and resolutions. I didn’t dream of the latest Ferrari, neither did I dream of buying a Tesla, but even though my goals were minimalist, look at what we have now. My goals and resolutions will go to waste again, but the only good thing is that I am not to blame this time. Yes, that’s right. Our universe did us pretty bad this year. It snuck up on us while we were deep in sleep, and poured iced water all over us.

2020 has been a bad joke that has continued for too long. It is literally slamming everyone around like some hardball.

I mean, it did begin with a bang, but now that we are six months into the year, the world has literally moved from one trouble to the other, with no respite at all. Call it a topsy-turvy year, and you wouldn’t be wrong.

January began with a bang. The first week into the year, President Donald Trump (the Orange faced Donald) of the United States of America ordered a drone strike on Iranian General Qasem Soleimani on Iraqi soil. If this was any other person, maybe we would all have just moved on, but this General controlled an army with a large nuclear arsenal. This move shook the whole world, and within hours, the world was on the brink of a third world war. I kid you not, there were threats on both sides, and my wild thoughts wouldn’t just leave me, as I began to get frantic from thinking that someday I would have to be conscripted into the army. This added to the raging toll of fires in Australia, COVID-19 spreading around China and Asia. It literally seemed like the world was beginning to end.

February took a crazier turn. COVID-19 began to spread like wildfire to the US, Europe, and the rest of the world. I remember Trevor Noah, host of the Daily Show joking about the COVID-19 infecting white people alone, but weeks later, the virus began to spread in Africa, as well as South and North American countries. You know I was hoping that the world would get some savior in the form of Zeddicus Zul Zorrander in Legend of the Seeker, or Merlin to chant some tune to send the virus back to hell, or the bat cave it came from, but they didn’t show up. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, all of the Marvel heroes, not even Black Panther.

March was crazy. Everyone around the world was literally imprisoned in their homes, without the prison gears, of course, and we could still Netflix and chill (Enjoyed watching La Casa Del Papel). There was no respite in April as the death toll from COVID-19 hit unbelievable numbers. The figures dropped like bombs from a fighter jet. Nothing surprised us anymore.

The months of May and June offered us some respite. Governments began to open up but still advised us to stay at home. Imagine the irony. “You can now go out, businesses can now open, but please still stay at home,” and now we are all confused as hell.

Right now, no one is sure of what else is coming.