Dear Diary:

Day Chakuti of Lockdown, I've lost count. I remember all the times I passed on going out, sometimes I think of calling those coffin dancers just to entertain me.

Right now the only thing holding me together is Wadiwa Wepamoyo. Gone are the days when men would cry about heartbreak in silence...takutozivisa vanaTezvara kuti ndozvirikuitwa nevana venyu! (Sob)