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    Mosquitoes around the home can be reduced significantly by minimizing the amount of standing water available for mosquito breeding. Residents are urged to reduce standing water around the home in a variety of ways.


    The best way is to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes.This can be accomplished using personal protecting  while outdoors when mosquitoes are present. Treated bed nets should be used sleeping. Mosquito repellent should be used when outdoor.


    Nearly half of the world’s population is at risk of getting malaria. Pregnant women are particularly at risk of malaria. Children under 5 years are at high risk of malaria.


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(continued from the last edition: Special Edition)
This is a piece of medical fiction that talks about the activities of malaria agents wihin a human being and how the body reacts to them. A young girl, Eva, is exposed to the bites of female Anopheles mosquitoes and gets infected with plasmodia, malaria agents, which enter her blood in a bid to feed and take her life over.

However, inside Eva, different commanders in charge of different organs/systems are on the look-out, with Bain being in charge of the brain and Hart in control of activities concerning the heart and circulation. There are other commanders in charge of the digestive and respiratory systems. It turns out into a fierce battle.

 Now read on…..

The day the chloroquine commandant arrived, Bain was overjoyed. The war general came in through the digestive system, arriving as a pill in the stomach along with four gulps of orange juice.

After a nice member of the memory department had told them who was coming to their rescue, there was severe resistance from mouth and throat, which was not surprising.

For mouth and throat did not at all relish the dreadful taste the visitor offered the tongue.

But resistance or not, Commander Chloroquine had shown up, and Bain was extremely glad for it.

Dressed in military fatigues and fully battle-ready, the yellow commander was pretty pleasant, though quite officious.

One of the first things he did was to express his pleasure at the fact that the body Bain controlled had never reacted negatively to the chloroquine family.

Bain laughed, recalling the peaceable visit of some members of the chloroquine family over a bout of malaria when the body was about seven years of age.

And that, he told the commander, had indicated that the visit this time would also be without discomfort.

Bain expressed his firm belief that Commander Chloroquine was up to the task at hand and offered to take him, at conclusion of the business, on a tour of landmark areas like the eyes and heart.

The commander replied that he was quite eager to embark on such a tour, and he thanked Bain and left for battle.
Hart could barely hide her emotions as she stormed in to see Bain a few minutes later.

“Calm down, Hart,” Bain admonished. “Any reports from Commander


“He was the first to be killed!” Hart choked out.
Her words hung in the air as Bain digested the piece of information.

“These malaria agents are not the usual kind. They are not the kind we encountered four years ago. They are” – she

hesitated, searching desperately for the right word – “different! Their armour is different!

They are smarter and more brutal – more savage! And they are advancing quickly, at a lethal speed!”

Bain listened quietly, unable to make real sense of what he was hearing. If the ever-brave Hart was so badly shaken, then there might be very great danger ahead.

“I’ll get back to you on this one, Hart,” Bain said after a long silence.
It took less than one minute for the malaria agents to overpower and execute Bain’s aides.

Then General X swaggered into Bain’s office. “Well, well, well – who do we have here?”

He circled Bain like a dog sniffing at a suspect. “The commander of the all-powerful human Central Controlling Unit! So we meet finally!”

He turned to the group of cells that had dutifully followed him. “Isn’t this lovely? Now, we’ve got the king!” He laughed boisterously and then proceeded to inspect the office slowly.

“By the way,” he told Bain with nonchalance, “Commander Hart, your beloved heart commander, has been captured. So you see, we also have the queen.” Strolling to Bain’s side, he whispered, “Checkmate.”

The effect was as he wished. For if Bain had possessed a heart, it would have sunk to the bottom of his feet.

In the hospital, Eva had a fit and went into a coma, and the readings on the monitors dropped dangerously.
Bain knew he had to play for time. This was the only thing he could do, the only thing his mind could grasp at.

“Can’t you see?” he said, bristling in the midst of the multitude of malaria agents hungry to consume him.

“If you destroy this body, you’ll kill yourselves. There’ll be no hope for any mosquito to transport you anywhere; no further growth or mission. Can’t you see? This is a suicide mission! There’s no hope!”

General X smiled sardonically. “There was never any hope for us in the first place – in the mosquito or elsewhere.

In fact, we have achieved much more than we had expected; so much more in here than we would ever have in any mosquito.

Just think about it: now we have power – to control the human brain!”

He laughed out loud and then added mischievously, “Now we even have the power to kill all mosquitoes.” He ended this statement with the shrillest of laughter, and if Bain had possessed a spine, it would have sent shivers down it.

Bain, who had never been outside a human body could barely understand why they had invaded this body.

They wanted shelter, they wanted security for their future, they wanted regular food, and they wanted a lifelong community.

But so did his men, and this was their body!

Bain burned with anger. He couldn’t let these villains infest his system and destroy what he had worked so hard for, simply because they lacked the organisation and wherewithal to evolve their own lasting system.

Bitter, Bain knew they were narrow-minded, thinking that the body existed out of a whim and not out of the sheer hard work of all the cells they envied so much. He looked at the monster-like, grotesque creatures and wished dearly that he had the power to stop them.

But he really had no power now. He had been reduced to just another human cell, waiting to be executed.

Unless a miracle happened right now to the body he loved so much.
Unless a miracle happened...
To be continued

- By Yemi Sanusi

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