Just came back from work. Tired, hungry and just tired! My day was very okay. I thank God for life. But am suspecting I have a case of the E word. Yes ,the Ebola word. Surprised I would say that? Please don't be. Last week I was feeling so nauseous like a preggy, had a headache worse than the hiroshima calamity and aunty pepe's voice was far better than mine.
I have always detested drugs and my close pals were just disturbing my peace with the all famous sentence (you should have taken drugs na maybe its malaria ). I just boned everybody. And after a lazy weekend spent in bed watching nollywood movies, drinking viju milk and reading for the 104th time Buchi Emecheta's novel -joys of motherhood, I felt a whole lot better.
Then the cycle started again today. My organisation recently deployed infrared body temperature gadgets to branches yesterday to aid in the detection of ebola carriers and guess who clamoured to have hers checked first....... yours faithfully☺ mine read 36.3. I was excited at first but my joy was cut short when most of my colleagues had lesser readings. I was one of those with the highest in the branch. My colleagues immediately labeled me a high risk ebola threat(jokingly).
But the whole scenario got me thinking. Try imagining the mental and physical trauma ebola victims and their families would be going through. For whoever may read this post, please pray for the souls lost, those still battling with the dreaded disease and the numerous families that have been affected.
Lest I forget, pray for me too....
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