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.
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| 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…
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