Ebola Scare


So, this is the last article in my writer’s prompt project. The last 13 write-ups have been great for me. And even though at some point I started writing off-point, every single article I wrote taught me a lot about myself as a writer. But that’s story for another day.

Tomorrow is Ola-Gamaliel’s birthday!!!!! I just want to use this medium to say a little about Ola/Gama. Gama is one of the realest Gs I know. And I’m not just saying that because I’m black and a gangster. I actually mean it. Ola is very real. Like you can talk about anything with him and it just flows. He’s one of my ‘photography encouragers and supporters’. You know those people that believe in your crappyness. That’s Ola. He’s so down to earth (although I can never forget when he said ‘You can’t talk about tax club and not mention Ola). We all have those moments though, so no judgment. Ola is very selfless. He’s proactive. He’s full of ideas. He’s your go-to guy when you need some brainstorming to be done. I’m very happy I met Ola (although he had been stalking me way before we met… I know this.) I wish Ola a very great new year. All the love, joy, peace, health, success, gbogbo every good thing in life… I wish for Ola.

Happy birthday Ola-Gama!! The loving feeling is mutual!


Now… to the article of the day. Yesterday, I was unbelievably sick plus I had an Ebola scare. I wish to share how exactly I felt (or something close to that).


Have you ever felt sick?

Very sick?

Have you ever slept and wished you never woke up?

Have you ever just laid in bed and hated yourself?

Have you ever wanted and hated life at the same time?

Have you ever felt pain so painful, you were sure you’d die any minute?

Have you ever looked at a random person and felt like yelling ‘I’d have your good health in exchange for all my money right now’?

Have you ever felt like you’d freeze from the chills but remembered that your hot temperature wouldn’t let that happen?

Now pause…

Have you ever had an Ebola scare?

I have.

Yesterday, I slept the worst sleep ever. I had nightmares. And I woke up half-unconscious at different intervals. When I finally woke up in the morning, I felt like sleeping again. But I dared not. I had a terrible case of sore throat. I was coughing. I had catarrh. I had occasional splitting headaches. It was not nice. I wasn’t feeling one bit well and normal. My lecturers seemed to be dragging their words and speaking absolute nonsense. Couldn’t they realize that I was in pain? In fact, I walked out of my last class because, I mean, why would you have a criminal law class when Boro was practically dying.

In all of this, Ebola did not cross my mind. It’s so easy for us to carry around hand sanitizers but it’s hard for us to imagine actually being infected with the virus. Nobody really believes that the universe would randomly select them and ‘dash’ them Ebola.

I was lying in my bed, thinking about how the drugs I got at the pharmacy did not work and thinking of what exactly could be wrong with me. Then, I heard a voice from the Public Address system in my hostel;

‘Hello beautiful ladies of Makama hall. This is the blah blah. We’re here to raise awareness on Ebola. Blah blah blah blah. What are the symptoms of Ebola? Fever, headache, nausea, cough, tiredness, sore throat… Please, do not assume you have malaria. If you have any of these symptoms, please visit the medical center not a pharmacy. Please, do so before it’s too late and you start coughing blood.’

Did I have all of those symptoms? Like hell, I did. Did I jump down from my bed? Like hell, I did. Did I rush to the medical center? Like hell, I did. Look, I knew all those symptoms before but the Ebola scare is just real.

Good news though, I feel better now. It was a simple case of malaria. (Although, malaria is a deadly sickness too). But I thank God I’m ALRAI (like a certain lecturer of mine would say).

Thank you Jehovah, my Ebola – Shield.

P.S. Shout out to that doctor who (according to rumors) would never touch anybody in the hospital, even his patients, but still shook my hand (although after filling my hand with hand sanitizer). Thank you for excluding me from your Ebola scare.


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