Health education entertainment for story lovers.
Kezi was deep in thought, rummaging through her brain files. There was something familiar about Njamen’s snore and it wasn’t good. Her brother passed away last year and he was snoring like this just before things went south.
He slipped two tiny nylon bags into Jomi’s hands.
“What’s this?”Jomi asked, looking at the brightly coloured tablets in the nylon.
“You’re going to need it. It’s very effective at handling body pains, and trust me the pains are just begining.”
MMM that has come and gone… MMM that made many people cry and gave them hypertension? You better change the topic before someone comes to arrest you.”
You say I am not “wife material” because I cannot scrub, clean and dust.
No problem. I’ll rather be alive than be a wife.
Dad was given an estimate of the admission bill and blurted out, “You want me to pay so much for ordinary malaria treatment?” He was clearly upset.
Mia ran to the kitchen, got some water and sprinkled it on his face. Mia tried to give him water to drink, but he refused. She then proceeded to rub his back.
“Seriously, it’s not funny at all. I’ve stooled about three times now and I can feel the urge for another one coming on. I desperately need Flagyl tablets.
They keep saying stay at home… stay at home… stay at home… and do what?” he said out loud despite being all alone at home. He was so drained and felt like he couldn’t take it anymore. His sanity was at stake.
“Why?”… “Are you okay?”… “Is someone sick?”… “Do they have a right to do that?”… “What is Corona virus anyway?”… “Is the school bad?”… “Is the mall safe?” “Are we safe?”…
A young man yanked out a tube of hand sanitizer, poured a sizeable amount into his palms and started rubbing it on his face, arms and legs like body lotion.