Like all South Africans, I've been intently listening to the pros and cons of getting a vaccine for Covid-19.
I've heard all the arguments, the conspiracy theories, the fears that it’s too rushed and the worries about what side effects it might have.
As a journalist without a medical degree or expertise in viruses and vaccines, all I can do is read up, analyse and try to make an informed decision.
And after reading about the 5Gs, the new world order, the satanism and how Bill Gates might just follow me around from my place to the shop and back again if I get the virus, I have made a decision.
I am all in.
Just imagine a full time tracker inside the body. No one would ever be able to kidnap me. Bill Gates himself, since he's apparently super interested in my whereabouts, would personally tell the cops where to find me.
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But in all seriousness, I am ready for the vaccine.
I'm so tired of not being able to breathe easy every time I go outside, always worried because Covid is an invisible enemy and anyone could have it.
I want to be able to visit home in Port Elizabeth knowing that I am safe and my family is too. I want to hear my mother arguing with my niece over toys left all over the house. I'm ready to hear my neighbours shouting over the boundary walls, talking about their no-good children who sleep till noon while the sun is out.
I want to go back to making plans with my friends to explore South Africa. I miss baby showers, weddings, imigidi, thanksgiving ceremonies, watching parents and grandparents in their Sunday best heading to church every weekend.
I miss seeing South Africans come alive at 4.30pm on Friday and walking into work with shades on Mondays.
I would love to stand around the kitchen, gossiping with my colleagues about the “the big stapler fight” while the kettle boils.
I want to see young graduates heading out for job interviews instead of sitting at home and watching the job market shrink as Covid-19 takes its toll.
I’m ready to watch businesses boom again, to watch four shops crop up in one street as people try to find the right market for their product, instead of being stuck at home for days on end with no way of making an income.
I miss seeing hope on South Africans faces, I miss hearing South Africans sing about their joy, sorrow, and love.
I’m tired of the despair as week after week hundreds bury their loved ones. I'd love to see South Africans live again.
They might be shallow and selfish reasons but they are mine.
I know it’s going to take a long time for the world to get to some kind of normal, but I’m ready for the first step.
So again I say, bring on the vaccines. All of them even. My arm is ready.