Confinement in France!

On Thursday the 12 th of March, President Macron announced that France was going into confinement as from the 16th of March. By then, Switzerland and Germany had closed their borders with France. First shocker for me.
 As we all closed work on Friday the 13th of March, I could read the fear and apprehension on all our faces. The future was really uncertain. The first 2 weeks of confinement, I lived in fear. The silence in Paris was deafening, it had become a ghost city where the only company you might have while walking on the streets were the pigeons. Macron said we were at war, it felt like war, only we were fighting an invisible enemy.
 The only constant sounds were those of the sirens of ambulances conveying the sick and dying. Watching the number of infected and dead of Covid-19 on the television was another constant. Sometimes, I wept bitter tears at the hopelessness, would I ever see my family and friends? Would I ever see Nigeria? What would the world be after the pandemic? So many questions and no answers. We felt the government was lying to us and was hiding information from us, which was confirmed - first, we were told masks were unnecessary, after over 10,000 deaths, we were told we must all wear masks.