I lost the love of my life on a Sunday, a wintry August Sunday which seemed fitting for such an occurrence. Of course I am being dramatic as I am often wont to do. That man was never going to be the love of my life, if only because the true love of my life is the Unidentifies African National National. But that one was stuck in a city where the Covid-19 cases kept rising and he was unavailable on the phone so thinking he was lost to me, I dared to venture into the Maseru dating scene. Big mistake……..