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The New Normal.



Times have changed
Tide has turned
Corona disrupted
The semblance of order we had.

Its Sunday
Seems like every other day now
Grandma is not cooking her signature jollof
Sunday special.
Probably because she cooked it the day before.

Its Sunday
Grandpa is sending broadcasts
He hasn't been to church in a while.
I miss seeing him in his white garments
Returning by 6pm.

Its Sunday
Its 9am
We are not in a frenzy,
Hurrying one another
No last minute preparations.

We are gathered in front of the laptop
Streaming Daddy G.O live
Baba Adeboye with the word for the season.
Gods' servant, who serves us too,
Gods' word undiluted and pure.

Its Sunday
No sunday finery.
No visitors.
It's like every other day,
It's our new normal.
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  1. AlexMay 17, 2020 at 12:48 PM

    Aptly captured. It's like groundhog Day. We just repeat the same day over and over

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  2. Temilade AduMay 17, 2020 at 3:09 PM

    Exactly!!!

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