Read the daily, non-fictional tales of a young, unmarried Nigerian woman who lives in Lagos at this time.
I do not care much for going out. In fact, I consider myself a homebody, and if I want to stretch it, I might say I am a bit of a recluse.
So, the lockdown was not the strangest thing that ever happened to me. I mean, I had my days when I itched to go out to try some nice, new restaurant or when I felt like hanging out at the mall or just leaving the house and escaping the humdrum that my life had suddenly become. But for the most part, I liked to stay in.
Granted, it took a while to get used to the lockdown, but it was never a question of staying indoors. It was a question of how to use my time productively and make the best of the lockdown period.
There was work to get to, which I did as religiously as I did at the office. There were the morning exercises I tried to include in my morning routine each day. Oh, there were the Netflix series I had missed and wanted to catch up on. Plus, there was just taking short naps in the middle of the day.
You can say I had my hands full.
Now, with the lockdown eased and most of my neighbours returning to work, staying indoors has never been more blissful.
There is absolute peace and quiet, and I have enough time to reflect on my life.
And of course, I have the lockdown to thank for my diary. I always wanted to keep one, and finally, I can share my thoughts and feelings with all you folks.
Let's just say, I have found some peace in these dark times. I hope you have, too.