Poetry: Guardian

If Icould choose a guardian angel 
one that would watch out for me 
I know right now without doubt 
just who I would choose for me 

It would be someone 
who I know always cares 
someone with whom I feel free 
my inner-most thoughts to share 

Yes, it would be the one 
who talks with me and who listens to me 
When I am about to fail, 
The one who would be here for me and 
go with me through it all 

It would be someone who prays for me 
And knows my strenght 
and my weakness, my faults 
And, yet, would love me still 

So if it were that I could choose 
The one to help watch over me 
Dear one, 
Would you my angel be?

The fear of Ebola!

So Charles Sawyer made his way to Lagos, Nigeria. Died Here. Infected 13 Nigerians with the Ebola Virus Disease. 4 officially dead.

Not being one to panic, I definitely was scared of contacting the virus. Who wouldn't be? Here's a disease that kills its victims within three weeks, had no proven cure and is quite easily transmitted. A disease no known man was immune to, no prevention vaccines, Nigerian doctors were (still are) on strike and other than Lagos state, the Nigerian government was totally unprepared for such disease. (Which leaves the sanity of the Nigerian Minister for information, Labaran Maku 'questionable' since he claimed on International media that Nigeria was adequately prepared for the Ebola virus)

Trust Nigerians! Handshakes were doled out suspiciously if at all. People avoided any form of contact with others especially in large gatherings and of course the plague of the HAND SANITISERS.

We always turn the strangest things to fads. Offices hung large dispensers of hand sanitisers in their reception areas. One could say a high percentage of Lagosians acquired a 50ml bottle of sanitiser. When you open a door; sanitize. When you shake someone you couldn't refuse their hand; sanitize. When you touch a surface that seems Ebola prone; sanitize.