Today I’m with Liberia

Monrovia – Liberia, 08 October 2015

Dolo was nine when he first time wandering the hospital alley. Back at that time his papa carries the job of a registrar cum clerk. He used to sat after his class until the hospital bus carried them both back to Gbanga in the evening.

“I met my wife in the ER, she was a nurse student who’d taken care of my friend. He’s severely drunk after passed 9 bottles of Club. The drink is serious eh!” He chuckled while told me the story.

Dolo was twenty when he married the love of his life. They had a ceremony at the county’s chapel and held a small ball at the hospital cafetaria. “I danced with her mother and my father took my wife’s hand after the third song.” He reminisced.

Back then, the hospital was his childhood, his romance and his best friend.

Dolo was twenty five when his wife and father were passed away due to Ebola.

I saw them carried my wife to the ETU, five days later it was my dad. Five days later, I saw them in a body bags…”

I looked at him with admiration of the extent patience and courage he has.

Sorry to hear that, I could imagine it wasn’t easy for you…” 

His smile sparsed.

I stand for my daughter, after all the lost, I stand for what left…”

Aren’t we all the same…

The Science of Smile [ Ebola; Past and Present]

Phebe – Liberia, 15th October 2015 [05:09PM]

Back in the 19th century, the great American psychologist William James proposed that our facial expression and other bodily changes are not the consequence of our emotional feelings, but the cause. There is also evidence that our facial expressions change the way we perceive the world. More theory, hypothesis and reseacrh have been published in the following years.

Unanimously, science has debunked the face of happiness.

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Fortune One: Ode of Sierra

Sekeras apa sebuah surel dapat menamparmu?!

Tidak, saya sedang tidak menyampaikan retorika bukan pula berusaha memberimu sebuah pertanyaan filsuf yang mungkin kau temukan jawabannya saat membuka kitab-kitab suci Plato.

Saya sekadar meresonansi sebuah kalimat tanya yang terbersit di dalam otak saya. Pertanyaan itu pun tidak pernah terlintas sebelumnya mengingat surel secara harfiah tidak memiliki massa untuk dapat memberi sebuah rasa.

Pertanyaan itu hadir mengikuti jawabannya saat satu sabtu yang lalu kotak email saya menampilkan sebuah surat dari rekan di benua hitam.

“We are close to win the war Husni, all I can think is how much you want to be here now to end it…”

Pipi saya memerah dan berbagai macam perasaan menggelegak keluar, rasa iri pun bercampur rasa senang, rasa lega bercampur rasa iba, rasa tenang bersinggungan dengan rasa gelisah. Ebola yang menjadi mimpi buruk kami berbulan-bulan lamanya, perlahan mulai kalah.

Saya merasa tertampar tak bisa turun tangan bersama rekan-rekan saya di garis depan melawan salah satu virus paling mematikan di dunia ini.


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If a tiny fragment of ARVs could work simultaneously to fight the giant pandemic of HIV. Then you wonder why all nations on this giant blue planet couldn’t do the same with the tiny Ebola virus?

my though and love to my dearest colleagues at the frontline, fighting the war against ebola and world’s ignorance!