Our existence is threatened,
Our fears are heightened,
Health aficionados have no clue,
Praying it’s not as worse as the Spanish flu,
Is there a hope? Is there a solace?
Is there a plan? Is there an escape?
Will love ever find me?
Will I ever find love?
Our resolve is being tested,
Our limits are knackered,
Schools are closed, Flights are banned,
The hustle of work is now remote,
I sit at home and look for the remote,
Life as we know it, is altered forever,
My predicament is single,
Will love ever find me?
Will I ever find love?
The plot thickens,
The script is unpredictable,
We flip and flip and it remains inevitable,
The suspense evolves chapters of despair,
History is made before our very eyes,
The stories will be told for ages,
No one was prepared for this,
Will love ever find me?
Will I ever find love?
And now it seems the end is near,
Quarantined in isolation,
Single with no consolation,
My phone is empty, no text, no DMs,
My soul is empty, no mate, no helper,
Will love ever find me?
Will I ever find love?
– BloodyNigerian
BLOODYNIGERIAN 
The Story of Lives
A Plot Suddenly we all become actors.
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