Nine years ago when Ebola Virus Disease broke out in the Congo and then spread to the West African sub-region, the world appeared not to have taken notice. But when the Liberian gentleman, Patrick Sawyer, successfully imported the disease into Nigeria the world became startled. I remember a story told by the then Head of the Nigerian
Bisola has been feeling some pains and peppery sensations in her female genitals for a while now. She noticed there were some reddish rashes also that brought out the fluid on intense scratching. She became worried and resorted to self-help. After a few days of not getting better, she confided in her friend who told
APOLLO, The Introduction There were myths about ‘anya-mkpeke’. Anya-mkpeke was the local nickname for red eyes. In school, we knew it as ‘Apollo‘. Growing up, I dreaded it. It was difficult avoiding it, and even more harrowing experiencing it. What with waking up in the morning and finding that you couldn’t open your eyes because your
Mr Dagam fetched his 3 children from the Boarding School 6 weeks earlier for the long holidays. That was before he travelled for a work trip to another city. Everything was fine, or so he thought before he left home. Upon return from his trip, he noticed some rashes on the hands of one of
My sister often told a story she couldn’t shake off her mind because of how it impacted her growing years. The story goes thus: ”I had this junior colleague back in Secondary School. She was fondly called Ada by her parents, a nickname for the first daughter of a family where we come from. Well,
MALARIA, A DEMON THAT FAILS TO GO AWAY A story in the good book relates to how the disciples of Jesus Christ were unable to chase a demon away despite trying very hard. The problem of malaria control or eradication has acquired a similar dimension in Africa, generally. Bocar Kouyatè et al documented the frustrations
Bisola has been feeling some pains and peppery sensation in her female genitals for a while now. She noticed there were some reddish rashes also that brought out fluid on intense scratching. She became worried and resorted to self help. After a few days of not getting better, she confided in her friend who told
Not long ago a doctor made a diagnosis of climate change as a disease. That was the first time. It was a novel. It was outstanding. It could not be ignored. You could say that history was made. But then how can climate change be a disease? A bit confusing. Isn’t it? What indeed is
I attended this event. There was loud music, dancing and free food for everybody. I asked around and was told it was a Survival party. Survival party for who?, I asked. Amaka. Don’t you know Amaka Okojie?, came the response. Amaka happened to be a neighbor down the street. I made further inquiry about the
What could have stolen the peace of this neighborhood? Everybody gathered with sullen faces and discussed in low tones. What was the problem? Mr Sadaki was picked up lifeless from his bathroom floor. He had gone to work the previous day, came back around 4pm and shared a meal with some members of his family.