Letter # 1: Are we living the Unusual, the normal or What?

Dear Uncle Philip,
Greetings from your nephew.
I am sure this email will meet you home, keeping safe and coping the daily frustration of the boredom brought us by COVID-19. Many especially you could be reminded about the long -ago-life. I guess, not the 2000s or 2019s at all.
Uncle, I have listened to many people saying that we have joined the unusual life. However, there were times when very fewer ships were on the waters, there was no plane and movement was only by feet. You remember? That was normal.
You once told me stories when I was younger about the normal days which resembles today’s life except that we are confined. Do you remember when we were by the fire side, when we used to roast bananas and berry fruits? I still remember tales about my grandparents who could not use a computer, and the typewriters which were in use were only in post offices or very fewer offices.
I am told that those were the normal days. Just after the wars in the Mano River Union, many people refer to the 90s as the normal days. These were days when families spent more time together, children were mend by their parents, husband and wife were always together, churches were very few, mosques were located in special towns and school was a perfect place to learn and play.
I am told that in those days, when a child refused to study or stay home, he or she was whipped — just like it is done now. Police and military personnel whipping people to stay home to respect the government’s order.
Today, May 28, 2020, it is another day. Day #3 — Part II of the country’s state of Emergency and home stay — after the first schedule expired and was later extended.
Uncle, I woke up very later. I mean very, very late. By 10:30 AM, I woke up from sleep, got into the bathroom and did my normal hygiene chores. It was not normal. I used to do this between 6:00 AM to 7:00AM.
Then I went to the breakfast table and got what I should have normally had for lunch or dinner. Do not blame me doing things this way, I have lost the count of days, and so the count of time. I learned that breakfast is often served 5:00 AM to 10:00 AM in most restaurants or Hotels — in homes much earlier than that though.
Just after that, I had to witness a movie. In fact, some of the movies I am witnessing now are not just old, they were those movies I watched when I was holding your hand to them. I watch them now not by curiosity, just to keep the time going. Thereafter, lunch was served — without hesitation, I ate and then took a nap.
Uncle, things are either turning to normal or we have a confusion here. By 2019, the life we were living was stressful, demanding and often separated homes. Today, we are having these homes being patched (if anyone is not patching theirs, they could be drowned for some reasons). We have friends calling each other out of boredom but still it helps. We have families caring for each other with the little they have. I am amazed that even though there are no churches, but people are becoming Godlier — having their bibles right on their beds — praying for mercy and heaven without wanting to go now.
After my nap, I guess I ate something again — maybe something to keep my lips wet. Out of boredom, I played a foot ball game with those with us in the home — some neighbours joined in and it was all happy. After that, I had a normal hygiene practice and then read a chapter from the novel I am reading.
Uncle, I did not stop there, after few phone calls, I watched a partial movie — even though it was not interesting, I needed that time used in that way. I came to the bed to have a sleep early enough — but I could not. Then I decided to read another chapter — including writing you this email
Uncle, I am left with a single question, are we living the unusual, the normal and what?