A leap into something new. Is it spring yet? For I see flowers blooming, highlighting newness again. Is it spring yet? The last one didn’t end well where it started. Gadafi left and his people felt nothing but bitterness of winter, the desire for spring came with pain, nothing new from a wishlist. Promise vanish like thin air, with explosive greeting, as morning dew. Look at Syria, talk-less of Egypt, for Algeria may have been spared hash realities of coming winter when wishes were for spring. Europe felt the spring, from Spain to Scandinavia, spring of migration but she shrugged it off. Now it’s headed to the USA, but winter is not over or it spring yet? Would she survive yellow vest track, coming and going, a surge spared by the winter of pandemic. Would this turn out like a Hong Kong plague eaten off by one country two system in pandemic time. Is it spring yet? For the death of Mr Floyd seems to have brought spring closer than we imagined in the middle but surely not end of a winter.
Celestine Chidi
