Coronavirus has become a school that is teaching us lessons of life. In this virtual learning classroom with the virus as the main teacher, I have learnt that no one is an island in this world. Being under lockdown does not mean you are alone. We are interconnected. The food I eat comes from farms and transported to the shops from where I buy it. I am dependent on others for food.

I have also learnt that life is indeed short as an old man used to say. No matter how long one lives, life would always be short. We long to prolong life but we have a sell by date on all of us. So, I try to make the best out of every situation, to leave a positive footprint and enjoy life, until my time comes to bow out. For those who work, the lesson that no job is permanent has become real. All work is temporal in the era of the coronavirus. You have work today, tomorrow you are closed down and have no work. It is a magic of appearing and disappearing

A vital lesson all can learn from the coronavirus school is that health is wealth. This virus has made no distinction between the rich and poor, the men and women, rulers and ruled. Among the dead include former presidents, cabinet ministers, the poor and homeless, priests and nuns and the social elite. We are learning that health is indeed our wealth that has to be protected and valued.

Another lesson that can be gleaned is that one must always save. You do not know what tomorrow brings and you may not be able to earn, so make some savings today. Linked to this is the fact that you have to save food by storing up your pantry with essential commodities.

In this existential school, we learn that we need God to survive, even if some governments behave as if God does not exist. The memes of face masks would remind us for a long time to come that indeed we had to learn from the school of hard knocks that the coronavirus taught us. Those who pass will live healthy lives, those who flung it, well, you guess what.

I took part in a Zoom meeting with the Bishops of our Conference this morning. Finally, it was heart warming to hear a cry for prayer coming from the Parliament.

Authored by Bishop Frank Nubuasah

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