While I was in Kakata helping out with PST, an odd happening started to occur. Every shop I wanted to enter to look at something, be it a cell phone, lappa, or biscuits for my homestay family, I was required to wash my hands. Every time I wanted to visit Kem’s Guesthouse for a drink with new friends after a day of sessions, I was required to wash my hands.
|Handwashing station in Monrovia|
(Photo credit - UN)
Rumors of Ebola were around town, and the general thought was that if you washed your hands with a bleach water solution, you would stay a little cleaner and help protect yourself from contracting Ebola. I never thought it would become as serious as it did so quickly…