The earth is breathing; literally. It is aeriated and suffused with life nurturing oxygen. Air is now cleaner, fresher and crisper almost everywhere. Many areas of Europe and Asia which had been covered in smug have been reportedly cleared.

I had this irresistible urge to go out on Tuesday that was quite unlike me. The ease in lockdown was just a day old and the normal me would have skipped the week just to test the waters. I tried to justify this itch by rationalising that I had been on personal lockdown long before the official one.

I had what in my book, was an emergency on Monday. Serious enough – at least for me – to have dispatched an ambulance if I had the power.

I already knew about Sam Amuka(Sad Sam) before I met him. I already knew about Gbolabo Ogunsanwo before I met him.

My birthday was on Palm Sunday. It was as we all know, spent in a lockdown. A few friends who remembered called. Some bemoaned the lockdown which prevented a get-together and thereby denied an opportunity to share banters and choice drinks.