THE NOSE MASK 😷😷🎭.

THE NOSE MASK.

‎​One early Monday my house was locked down by COVID 19, so I savored the idle hours. Alone, I wandered my mind. Awareness stroked me, hooked, I scrolled, oblivious to everything else.

‎​Then to venture out, one had to be masked. The mask came in endless variety small, large, black, light, smooth, you name it, each one a tiny disguise waiting for a face.

‎​It seemed fun, so I stepped out with a mask everyday. I kept it on all day, even when my mouth protested that it might stink.

Perhaps not for protection, but for the comfort of hiding.

‎​Even now with the pandemic gone, I still wear a nose mask against my loved ones and foes.

‎​BY AFIA POMAA

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