Thanks to the reader who sent the link to the blog Ma Guinée Plurielle. Alimou Sow, the blog's author, gives us a vivid picture of Ebola in the city: reality, fantasies and paranoia. Excerpt from an edited Google translation:
A small importer of cosmetics owes a candle to filovirus Ebola. He wondered what to do with a large amount of expired hand gel hand when the announcement was made that the virus cannot resist the antibacteriological gel, soap, chlorine and bleach. His goods are selling like hotcakes.
Now in Conakry, everyday is International Day for hand washing. At the entrance of great restaurants, some schools, NGOs, institutions, banks and insurance companies, armed security guards stand by buckets of bleach, ready to apply instructions to the letter. Wash your hands before returning. Grocery stores are already out of stock chlorine and bleach.
This Sunday I was tickled by the sight of one of these paranoids walking in the street below at 35° C, hands roasting in medical gloves. He bowed at a distance, seeing Ebola in each individual he met. The Chinese walk in a herd in a white-hot Conakry, all their mouth hidden by scarves. So your Kung fu can be neutralized by Ebola?
Successive years of a cholera epidemic could not make Guineans provident and hygienic. But they are also hysterical.
It is in transit that the situation becomes unmanageable. You must see guys getting even smaller so as not to touch in a taxi crammed with up to seven fellows. ... We want less touch, each case of excitement being suspicious.
This weekend, a tragedy was narrowly averted in a bus transit on Fidel Castro highway. In a bus as full as an egg, the heat was stifling. At this time that someone with nausea has vomited inside! This is the sauve qui peut. The driver ran off the bus first, leaving it at a standstill while the passengers escaped in chaos. Several cases of minor injuries. Oh well, better a broken arm than Ebola in the stomach.
Less amusing is the stupidity of the university teacher who throws a shit in front of his students that it would be inadvisable to sit with Forest Guinean at risk of contracting the disease. He was nearly lynched by his own students of all ethnicities.
In addition, crafty - but big con - fun to make intrusive advertising in broadcasting SMS whereby a Guinean physician researcher living in Senegal found a miracle cheap remedy against Ebola: raw onion! Nonsense.
But in this Ebolaphobie , panic is not only at the individual level. It is also the state. This is West Africa in turmoil, which is paralyzed. Mali, Guinea's other lung, announces preventive measures, Côte d'Ivoire is in crisis, Liberia and Sierra Leone are already suspected of harbouring the disease, and Senegal has closed its land border northwest of Guinea, blocking thousands of people in both directions.
...It triggered a tsunami of paranoia across the Guinean border, yet it has the merit of having been able to reduce tension in Conakry on the social front. We forget the problems of water, electricity and insecurity to deal with a common and formidable enemy that does not distinguish between supporters and opponents; he eats them all with the same sauce.
Precisely speaking of sauce, the country's rats, squirrels, monkeys and agoutis are protected. They received an unexpected reprieve, and probably for a long time. Defenders of the environment, especially wildlife, can take their sabbatical. Poachers and other singivores [monkey eaters] have fallen on bone. Ebola kö dougoulaa! [Ebola is harmful]