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At dusk a Camp Official fixed me up in a room that had sixteen other girls. An iron makeshift served as Hostels, while a flaccid   ‘two and half’   inches mattress laid me down to sleep almost immediately like an   Iroko.   Someone must have helped me with my luggage carefully to my bedside;I do not remember doing that, no thanks to the fact that I was exhausted.             The Sound of   whistles   meant for the morning drills radiated into dawn,sound so sonorous that it could naturally wake the dead.   I am not an early bed though, so no surprises that I wasn’t really in my best form that particular morning. I managed to grab a bucket by the way, trekked to the manpower tap to join the queue, queued again to take my bath at the bathroom built with zinc, before getting into my white shirts and shorts in preparation for the parade.  The Population of the Camp on the other hand...

No African is alien to the causative agent of  Malaria. They are M osquitoes. An insect that is actually a part of us as we grew in Sub Sahara Africa if I may say. Science Lessons taught us too about the  Anopheles, which is the name of the mosquito specie that carries the malaria parasite in question. There's a popular saying of how Malaria kills and like seriously, I have ignorantly always wondered how? An Uncle of mine was clinically confirmed dead about a decade ago. Here was a very agile, seeming strong man in his late thirties. He had been feeling dizzy and uneasy for almost a Month yet he never bothered. The uneasiness became rather unbearable  so  he simply walked himself to the Hospital and in few hours, he was dead. Despite the fact that we bemoaned the fact that we lost a very promising young man to an ordinary, yet preventable Malaria, the African mentality in us still maintained that he might have been bewitched. We found it difficult to...