My Lassa Fever

Hi everyone, it's me again.
This song was used as background music for a lit wedding video one of my friends posted on her WhatsApp status. I asked her for the title and, I quickly downloaded it. Ever since then, it's been on repeeeeaaaat. The instrumentals godi will take you to cloud nine.
A quotable sentence that hit me deep is,

"Wherever you go,remember the road that will lead you home"

I felt like she was talking to me. Looks like they know of my plans of disappearing after my national youth service.


Master KG featuring Zanda Zakuza - skeleton move

Yesternight(better add this word to your learned words), rat ate part of my bread. The bread I was saving to eat with my mum's stew when she leaves for work. You have no idea how annoyed I was this morning when I found out. Infact, I was over boiling. I'm quite scared of killing rat infact all animals except chicken ofcourse, even insects such as cockroaches,spiders etc do not escape the back of my slippers. But then, I didn't mind killing it if I saw it. Or, meting out punishments and torture on it would be better. I've nice ones on the internet such as, securely tying the offending rat to a stick or, tying it's tail to a cloth line so, it can dangle upside down till it returns my bread. No I won't take it abeg ok till it apologises( I mean it). With anger, I tied the bread up and quickly shoved it inside inside the dustbin. Younger me would have just picked out the sides close to where the rat ate and munched the rest but, my village people can not catch me the second time.


I hope that rat ain't looking at me from somewhere laidis


I had just come back from school one Friday for the weekend because, I heard my younger siblings are also back from boarding school for a break. Lord! I had missed them. I arrived home and saw only my dad. He told me that they had followed my mother to the farm and, to be sincere, I thanked my stars that I came back when they had already gone to the farm because, it would have been "operation drop your bags and follow". So, thank you Jesus.

I was really starving. It's been ages since I ate last(The previous night I mean). Not like there was no foodstuff o but, this baby girl needs to be pampered biko. It's not everytime somebody's child will be reeking of smoke and sweat all in the name of cooking. Mainly because, my school's hostel banned both electric and gas cookers (Imagine the hard life). And to crown it all, my kerosene stove is a whole problem. If it's not choking you with smoke, it's making frightening explosive sounds similar to fireworks. I always forget to replace that death trap until I'm forced to cook. Then, I start pleading with it to behave well. Sometimes it pities me and remains calm other times, Oh no!.
I had the spirits to cook when I returned from school that day but, a look at the stove dampened the little spirits sef. So, I lay on my bed like the queen I am and was waiting for any of my roommates to cook so,  baby girl can be fed. But men and brethren, Nobody was making any efforts. The only money on my hands was just my transport money and, the only strength in me was reserved for trekking to where I'll get motorcycle to my house so, nobody has the time to stand on a queue that's as long as Mississippi infront of an atm machine under the sun. Not me abeg. I consoled myself with the thoughtof eating anything I wanted anyhow I liked when I get home so, I started watching a movie.(My perfect sport whenever I want to lose track of time). One look at my phone's time, 4 pm don knack. I began to wonder if seeing a movie was a good idea as I began to throw in few clothes into one of my handbags reserved for that purpose. It was the grace of God that saw me to where I got bike home sha.


After my dad told me of their  whereabout, omo I started opening pots o and met jollof rice staring at me. I packed like a hungry lion (Not like I wasn't a hungry lion at the moment). Only after eating did I get myself back. I was just playing game on my phone and minding my business o. Minding my precious business until that golden morn started to tempt me. The devil knows I hardly resist golden morn. Even if there is no beverage, I don't mind eating it raw. It's one of the snack abi food I can happily eat while walking on the road. If you look at me weirdly, I return the look. I offend person?. The devil knew that and, put that golden morn in a place my eyes would see it. I went for it immediately ignoring the wise voice asking me if I didn't just eat. Who rice epp na. I overlooked the ragged tear in the middle of the satchet. A clear evidence that a rat has enjoyed the meal before me. You know if you truly love someone(something), you overlook their flaws and, past and accept them just as they are.

Well needless to say, I'm a good lover so I accepted the golden morn just as it was. I drank it with enough milk and sugar. After eating, I dragged myself to my room and landed on the bed with my sandals and all into a peaceful sleep.


I woke up to hear someone shouting my name and shaking me vigorously. I tried to open my eyelids but, they were automatically heavy. My head felt like a thousand people were stamping their feet on it.

"Mummy something is doing Aunty Nono o. Her body is very hot" that was our last born.

I zoned out and was wondering what is happening to me as my body felt so heavy and  weak. Someone touched my neck.

"O ga bu malaria or, fever "... (it would be either malaria or, fever)

That was my mum.

"Ha! Who drank this rat infested golden morn? I thought mummy said nobody should drink it. You people won't hear lassa fever is in the air now". That was my sister's voice.

Immediately, my heavy eyelids flew open. What? Fever? Lassa fever? I'm doomed. Long throat has finally killed me.

"Mummy I drank that golden morn" I  didn't even know when hot tears started falling.

"Is that why you're crying? Nothing will happen to you my friend"

"But, something has already started to happen" I cried more.

"Ahn ahn big girl like you. It's already late I'll send Ugo to buy medicine for you tomorrow morning. After few days now it'll go... come and eat first".

I don't like medicine one bit but, I wouldn't mind taking any that would stop this madness now.

"Infact, don't worry Chiamaka will bring it here for you"

It was my favourite soup okro with pumpkin leaves. My friends know my love for this soup although they never understand why I don't add oil while cooking but, add in my plate when I dish it. All my appetite vanished so, I was just picking at it.

I couldn't sleep too. I was busy browsing about lassa fever. It's background,symptoms, transmission, diagnosis, treatment, every information the internet could offer on it. The more I browsed, the more I became scared. Suddenly, it appeared like I had almost all the symptoms. Sore throat, muscle pain, chest pain, nausea. It wasn't funny abit.

In the days that followed, tears and regret of eating that golden morn followed together with researching online. At a time, I roped my mum into praying for me. Everytime I'll run to her. " Mummy pray for me I'm now having abdominal pain and, it's one of the symptoms " next time, it'll be cough, next time, low blood pressure. It was a case of "think it till it's real". God forgive me because, I had already started counting my days. You can imagine!


At a time, my mum started to get scared too. You won't blame her tho. Anyone would when their child would keep on ranting and crying she has a deadly illness and how it's slowly killing her. She suggested I go for a proper check up and test to which I firmly refused. Someone once described to me how tensed and restless she was when she had to go to test for HIV. I felt the exact same way. I was so certain I had the virus but, having someone confirm it was something I was not looking forward to at all.


Gradually, I started recovering. The fear and restlessness started to fade away as I came to terms  with the truth that I just had fever not lassa fever and I was not going to die abeg. Majority of the symptoms I thought I had were just figments of my imaginations. My family still laugh at me when they remember. But, I'm grateful it wasn't lassa fever if not, I wonder where I'll be because, I wonder how my family could get or,afford ribavirin (The only antiviral medicine that seem to be an effective treatment for Lassa fever if given early on in the course of illness).


From that day, I don't near rat infested food talk more of eating or picking out the parts it ate NEVER!!! Thank you so much. I would rather starve. I am also a walking encyclopedia on almost every information on lassa fever.  All that unnecessary information(then) stuck to my brain. So, I'm really informed on it.

Well just as I promised last two weeks (Did I?) Here's a professional picture of the make over done by peculiarbeautyglam.

ASSU has suspended the strike. We all know it's because of the upcoming elections. Although they've promised to continue the strike if the federal government should try to play smart with them ni.

Ehen, please do you have your PVC? If Yes, you're a good citizen of Nigeria. Please vote wisely and, don't sell your vote. No matter the amount money or whatever they try to give you, bear in mind it will not take care of your needs for four years (the number of yeara the person will be on seat.) DON'T SELL YOUR CONSCIENCE.

Valentine is around the corner. Biko what are your plans. I hope I'm in it o. Don't overthink on what to get me abeg. You can just get me a car inugo. This baby girl is tired of struggling with these buss and keke people for her change. Ahn ahn. I'm overdue for a car ni. Atleast I can slow down beside a guys that is trekking and be like. "Heys fine boy...where are you going let me drop you" if he ignores me, I'll say "ugly boy like you abeg dey go jare. Frying pan head" lol.
Don't mind me I'll be a good girl and won't splash anybody water. Thank you in advance.

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We'll see next week. I'm sorry for the late post too but before I leave,
• Have you had any health scare before?
• How did it turn out?
• Are you going to vote?
• What's your take on ASUU and the strike?
• What are your plans for Valentine?
• Shey I'm in your plans baa?
Thanks for reading
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