We can’t fall asleep… is it because the night’s still young and we’re not? Or is it that there’s too much noise inside our heads, our thoughts rumbling, jumbling, tumbling around and keeping us widely awake? We used to sleep like babies but these past few weeks, all we’ve got left in common with them is the level of our collective IQs… we wish we could count sheep, but we can’t even do that since we’re vegetarian.

All that we thought and all that we believed in and all that we fought so hard to think and believe in seems to be falling apart like Chinua’s things… where is Chinua when we need him? Who will explain the world to us now? Who? Who?

Rebecca de Chandio said her yoga teacher Anjum Gramsci said this is the time of monsters… but what does he know, we said to her… no, no, she replied, he knows these things because, from the backside, he is a yogi and all yogis can predict the past… okay, we said, but that does not bring us any comfort… what if these monsters are hiding under our beds and their ghoulish snoring is what is keeping us awake?

As we toss and turn, we think of how well we knew him… he was one of us, a hero to all, regardless of colour…whether we were white, black, brown or orange, he was just........

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