malarial

After a few days feeling malarial, I got confirmation that falciparum parasites are swimming in my body. Now I'm floating in a fluffy world, thanks to 250mg of mefloquin and artemisinin. And an agbo steam bath this morning did its best to completely knock me out. Next time I'll try to completely avoid the whitemanpill route.

The good news is that Bibi's blood level has rocketed upwards. This is all thanks to drinking Ugwu every morning for the past few weeks. Ugwu is a magical spinachy drink which needs to be studied for its nutritional properties: it must be at least as beneficial as wheatgrass or spirulina (we're also taking them as well).

Meanwhile, work continues to frustrate. Getting Nigerians to turn up to important meetings (even when there's the promise of rice and chicken) is somewhat difficult. I'm blasting off official warnings to the sinning companies this morning. There is much to do in trying to transform organisational behaviour over here.

The frustrating thing about writing this blog is that there is so much gist which I cannot write about for fear of getting myself into trouble. It will all have to go into my offline diary for future publication I guess.

But amidst all the annoying laxity, there is excitement. Nigeria IS changing, and mostly for the good. There are a thousand shoots appearing which are signalling the transformation: the noise about police/navy brutality in the press in the past couple of weeks is just one amongst many signs. And it does seem that all the radical change agents are assembling...