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Lewis Nawa left the hospital still wearing his inpatient’s gown, which covered only the top half of his body and left the bottom half naked but for a thick coat of body hair, a few mosquito bites and a wealth of lesions left by Ebola that were now beginning to heal over.
The streets were dusty, baking in the midday August sun, and there wasn’t even a scent of the equatorial rain that usually fell the whole year round. Yet the town was not completely deserted. A few traders hurried past, their faces covered with Riyyak Masks. Ebola’s tragic victims were evident all around. With no one left to carry them, they crawled alone to the main square in the hope of finding help. Lewis, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to his bare feet, already blistering as they pounded the baking road. Any
