By Dayo Sobowale
It is easy to say good riddance to bad rubbish to a bad year any, day, anytime. A year that is gone is gone by the
first day of January of the following year. But only a suicidal person would say good riddance to bad rubbish to a raging pandemic that knows no borders or time and bestrode 2020 like a colossus or a raging bull, in terms of the lives it took away globally. 2020 is gone but the pandemic is still raging globally.
Some one once said –‘time, you old gypsy man; will you not stay, put up your caravan, just for one day‘ Surely that can be said of both time and 2020 but the year is gone, but time, like a gypsy keeps marching on. This time however, both, time and the gypsy are embedded in the pandemic that has refused to go and is escalating when it is expected to subside. It is even more…
