THE FEAR OF EBOLA IS THE BEGINNING OF DEATH

THE FEAR OF EBOLA IS THE BEGINNING OF DEATH

According to archives, the first case of Ebola was recorded in 1976 when a female doctor contacted the virus while dissecting a Bat. I was never a science student, but amongst all the animals I heard were dissected or used for practical in most Nigerian laboratories Bat wasn’t inclusive. It is usually rats and lizards. Someone unintentionally invented a virus that killed her in 1976. From then till now, this virus had no cure or vaccination. Lots of lives had been lost in Liberia, Sierra Leone, Uganda and the rest of them.

            Few days back things suddenly changed, a virus that had no cure or vaccination for over 38 years, even when it became epidemic, suddenly had cure, because two American doctors were infected.

            ZMapp the prospective cure for Ebola was given to the doctors who were on the verge of death, and they started getting better. I wonder why these drugs were never given to the Liberians that lost their lives to Ebola. Did Ebola suddenly have a cure few days after it entered America, or was the cure hoarded?

            Nigerians in their own style have invented a lot of primitive preventive measures for this deadly virus. Yesterday I woke up to a friend’s call, her message was simple “Boil water, add salt and then use it for your bath before the day breaks. It is a preventive for Ebola”. She didn’t even give me quantities of her vaccination. I thought it was a prank, until I went downstairs; everyone was struggling to get water. It was so unusual for them to be awake by that time, suddenly I saw someone with salt, and I realised they all got the same message.

            Most people bathed with salt. But what has salt got to do with Ebola? Have we forgotten Osmo-regulation, I just wondered. Nigerians just have a way of making a joke out of everything.

            Few weeks ago, they said Bitter Kola was a preventive medicine for Ebola. One of my friends bought a large quantity and made bitter kola his meal, soon the price of bitter kola rose in the market. I have just come to realise that amidst the death Ebola brought, it also brought confusion. Soon everything will serve as vaccination; red oil, coconut, Moringa seeds... virtually everything will serve.

            The fear of Ebola might actually be the beginning of death, because most people are ready to do anything, even what can kill them, just to prevent Ebola. 

            So help us God that we do not die trying to prevent an Ebola that might never infect us.

Augustus Bill

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                                                                                                                                  TUN/0015//09/08/14

WE FINALLY HAD SEX

WE FINALLY HAD SEX

“...Young man, be careful and think it twice, before you choose to use your device. So you don’t have raindrops falling from your eyes...”

            As I listened to those lyrics, I recalled the events of that night. She lay in bed next to me, and I couldn’t resist the urge. I remember how she pleaded, with tears running down her cheek. But I was so deaf to her plea; I was so stingy that I didn’t pay her attention. I allowed my urge get over me.

            The exercise lasted for few minutes, the pleasure was gone, and she lay there disappointed. She couldn’t believe that my courage would be so strong to break her hymen. She was in the restroom cleaning up, while I lay in bed facing the ceiling. The satisfaction had gone and I began to realise what I have done. Deep inside, regret was building up.

            It was not until two months later that it dawned on me how much I was to pay the price. She walked up to my room that morning and her message was simple.

                        “I am pregnant”.

I was so shocked that I didn’t expect the question I asked

                        “By who?”

            Why should I even ask, it was so obvious, the look on her face was enough to tell me that I am the one. Like every expectant father I was expected to limp for joy. I would have been happy if I was married to her, but I was just in my early 20’s and in my sophomore at the university.

            I slumped into the sofa and she leaned her head on my chest. “Raindrops” by Tuface was playing on my CD player. As I listened to those lyrics I regretted my actions that night.

            I should have listened to her; it wasn’t just her future on the line mine was too. Of course I wasn’t going to ask her to abort, not that I was ready to have the baby. Tears were running down my eyes as I thought of our future with a baby at this age. Suddenly she planted a kiss on my lips and said.

“Am sorry, but be careful and think it twice before you choose your device. I saw my period this morning”.

You couldn’t imagine the mixed feelings I had, I hugged her so tight, and we allowed the tears to drop.

            We might have been lucky to have escaped, what of YOU?

Augustus Bill

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TUN/0014//05/08/14

EVERY GIRL IS BEAUTIFUL ON SUNDAY

EVERY GIRL IS BEAUTIFUL ON SUNDAY

As she walked to church that Sunday morning I began to wonder; I never knew she had such beautifully tailored clothes, maybe because I haven’t seen her in one during the weekdays. Her make-up was perfectly made; the blush was not so red like bruises on her cheek, just like it was when I saw her on Tuesday, her foundation wasn’t so white like embalmment, just like it was when I saw her on Wednesday.

            Her beautifully tailored gown fitted her so perfectly; unlike on Thursday when I thought she borrowed her mother’s oversized gown. Above all, she was decently dressed; her gown covered all the curves, even the cleavage wasn’t revealed, unlike on Friday when I thought she works in the brothel down the street, because of her dressing; a skimpy bump short that revealed her cold legs, and a crop-top that didn’t only show her flat belly but also revealed her black boobs except for her tiny nipples that were scarcely covered by the loose top.

            If I had not seen her during the weekdays, I would have proclaimed that Sunday, that she was a saint in the making. Yes! It’s wrong to cast judgement based on first impression. She might have lost a friend the previous day, so it wouldn’t be wrong if she treated you coldly when you met her, but somehow you cast your judgement on the first impression that she is not friendly. You fell in love at first sight, just because she smiled back at you, and blushed at all your comments, meet her the next day, and you will realise that she is a total snub.

            Don’t be deceived, every girl you meet at night is not beautiful; the night has a way of beautifying a beast into an angel. Don’t get tempted by those sexy legs you see, revealed from her bump- shorts or those enticing boobs revealed from her blouse, they might just be the liability she has, because they are not even in the right proportions. You woo her to bed, and wake the next morning to see that your angel of the night is a beautifully challenged beast.

            A lot of persons have fallen into the trap of first impression, somehow it matters, but it will be unfair to cast your judgement on first impression. Don’t forget every girl is beautiful on Sunday; check them on weekdays and you might get confused as to what you saw on Sunday.

Augustus Bill

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