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MASKS AND MASKS: THE EMERGING COVID REALITY

William Shakespeare submits that “all the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts”. In this submission, Shakespeare speaks of the theatrical quality of our social life as human beings inside the theatre called humanity. In this theatre of humanity, we wear a variety of masks in order to cover our faces, conceal our real beings, and project what the scene in the act demands of us as actors. As ‘consummate actors’ we have learnt through our lifetime, irrespective of age, to extort or elicit one behaviour or the other from other beings through our acting or posture.
  
It is interesting that inside this humanity theatre, we take on acting roles without an assigned script, for we are both the script, the audience and in most instances the directors of the drama. In a quest to display our acting prowess, we oftentimes take on the prizes and burdens that come with our role in the script. The masks we wear are so expressive and elaborate about what we want the ‘audiences’ we interact with to see and experience. We wear our masks without any thinking effort; the spontaneity of our sliding into the masks makes our various selves normality. Our masks have become so definitive of who we want to project to a level where language as the carrier of actual messages can be a source of contradiction.
  
Language as a carrier of culture and traditions shape the quality of our conversational life. It is a useful tool, when written, to record epochs of our civilizations thus making available to future generations reference points for what has normed and standardized our ways of living. We generally moralize through the art of language and text that records it. The masks we wear have become the second language that transcends what is said and written, for it is universal for all to understand without a good command of the lexical demands of the spoken and written. Because these masks are observable, decodable and the impression they make is manageable, these masks have grown to be a new area of our humanity that needs to be marshalled onto a normative terrain, lest its broad discretionary tarmac might create great peace take-offs that may crush with established civilisations.  

The insatiable appetite of humans to continually communicate their feelings, whilst not wanting to compromise relationships has elevated masks as a counterforce to regulate the inherent human tensions not to contaminate the theatre called humanity. Whereas these masks seem to have a capacity to conceal inherent realities, they will always have leaks in a form of gestures, tone of voice, facial expressions and postures. Only through training and natural hypocrisy will humans succeed in sustaining the intents of the act they are in the desired scene.
  
Humanity’s skill to act what they are not believing in or believing in the act that they have selected for a particular scene or presence is what constitutes acting in one’s own interests, notwithstanding the selfishness, generousness or otherwise of the interests. Since interests are a condition of our diversity, acting to advance one interest or the other has become the most dominant of acts on almost all scenes of dramas in the theatre called humanity. It is only the circumcision of how the functioning of our think space penetration organs, such as societal brain power, that will make us the bane of inveterate interest-infested humans in positions that predominate the societal scripts at play; euphemistically called leadership. Unless we adopt the curiosities that define children, the masks that are worn in spaces that require us to know the interior of all intents by those in the act will make us consenting victims to the script the narrative we know not where it is leading us.
  
In a democracy, these acts are in most instances attached to themes that would naturally irk humanity. Humanity’s attachment to what has been defined as the benchmarks of its civilisation is the platform upon which the currency that regulates the trusteeship market, also called elections, flows. Generic in this market has been the locating of corruption into the public sector domain, with the private sector being presented as an unwilling benefactor of this apparent civilization wrecking act. The prowess with which the antagonistic feelings of collusion are presented as an inherent dislike for ‘political power’ and ‘superiority’ by the (private) individual, makes the corruption themed scene the greatest of global masks through which humanity has become a cheering victim. Beneath the masks, of course, is the script writers’ intent to be an opiate to an otherwise unsuspecting audience. In its opiate condition, society would start singing praises to its demise as a choice-making species.
  
It is these invisible masks that we need to think about as we are called to wear the visible masks occasioned by a much more threatening reason; the coronavirus or COVID19 pandemic. Like the pandemic of inveterate lying, information manipulation, con artistry, manufactured deception, and manufactured consent; the psycho-social and emotional costs of the COVID19 pandemic will be the most consequential in defining human civilization beyond the human headcounts that are legitimately the focus of our intervention. The question to ask therefore is, what other masks that are not physical require our observation, decoding and management as a society? Conditions such as COVID19 call for extraordinary measures, at the apex of such is the space of arbitrary decision making that is accorded to all that are in leadership positions, or rather predominating the societal scripts at play in this phase of the human act as this rendition argues. The masks of politics, political economy, social relief, justice, and equality need unpacking to triangulate the masks that we are also wearing as a society.

The mask of politics


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