Warning: faint hearted are advised to refrain from reading this article, which could be fatal.
Here is a sensitive topic that addresses a fundamental aspect of underdevelopment and, in this pre-election period, should inspire politicians Malian sore proposals. Especially those who change (Yelema) their battle cry. Because to make the change, it is done with men of sound mind and body.
However, Bamako, the capital and the scene of the issues, is not conducive to a healthy body and mind. Especially this winter or typhoid fever is rampant. Typhoid DISEASE DIRT. A disease of dirty hands and an unhealthy environment, weakening citizens and vowing to premature death.
URBANIZATION AND WILD CULTURE uncleanliness
The Bamako proud of the rapid physical transformation of this city, with the increase of paved roads and the emergence of beautiful suburbs, which bloom from opulent villas. Luxury homes built on land serviced by the Agency for Real Estate Transfer (AIT) which, on occasion, it is being filled their pockets. Without always worrying about environmental issues. Transforming the once idyllic visions MARES in disgust. Especially when it comes the rainy season.
The Wintering in Bamako worth all the detours in the world. Both the sweetness it provides the musical atmosphere it gives off-conducive to daydreaming and creating. An Eden of freshness, is the smell of water and green leaves, decorated by the family of hummingbirds, eat millet, doves and other songbirds, toads relayed night-singers. A season of happiness by forgetting that we are in a country of scorching heat and dust. This natural symphony is, alas, tempered by the work of man: the dirt. A dirty, worthy of the darkest periods of Prehistory
... Woe to you if your steps lead you to some places in rainy weather. Once you leave paved roads or paved and we ventured into some muddy streets, our whole body is in contact urticaria before these Unnamable VISIONS OF DECAY which spread all around and you continue until your bed and your ability to close the eye. All our senses are hounded by the disgusting scene, to the point that it feels like swimming in his sleep. We develop allergies and psychosomatic illnesses. Nothing to talk about I'm sick.
How to describe these horrors stagnation occur only in the worst nightmares fiction? Lets see a panoramic view of septic tanks and open drains clogged with filth, waste water thrown into the streets, in addition to garbage and excrement different. DECOMPOSITION OF A MAGMA which eventually turn red soil, sometimes sticky mat indefinable color, sometimes in a kind of porridge mid-green, half-black, sometimes in a substance beyond the vocabulary and unsustainable in the light. A range of TABLES putrefaction, decorated with weeds and garbage overflowing, inflicting the worst torture the soul. And the miasma which could be fatal to a sensitive heart. A cocktail of smells as toxic fumes of an atomic bomb.
The rain meant cleaning the huge mess, only exacerbate it, since there is not enough flow channels, the few being blocked. This is especially the shoes of pedestrians and the wheels of cars that wade in this pond of microbes that are carried and propagated well in the four corners of the farmhouses. And I do not yet speak of FLIES who dip and then come arise in the course. Neither the proliferation of cockroaches and mosquitoes that follows ...
CUSTOM HAND SALES
At this environmental scandal complements that of PREPARED FOOD VENDORS who seem to have made a vow and oath of POISON their customers with their filth. There is indeed in this town a common practice that everyone seems to live with. It is for food vendors to serve the customers with their bare hands in which they take the dirty money. Everyone knows, however, a banknote or a coin goes through every hand and all places. And the particular case of Bamako, given the sorry state of banknotes and coins, and the unhealthy environment in which they run, this problem is multiplied a hundredfold.
Whenever we take the money in his hand, a whole colony of microbes that captures and we should have presence of mind to wash your hands thoroughly with soap. But the food vendors do not care. The small shopkeeper at the corner baker, the saleswoman donut conservator is no exception. Eat bread or any food purchased outside Bamako, is a gamble with death.
And as long as we react, we are greeted by signs of mood or SMALL mocking laughter, just to say: "This is taking to a Toubab or what? "As if to say that hygiene is the prerogative of the white man, the Negro is" naturally immunized against microbes. " And it is these same individuals who are addicted to cell phones and television Western series, which melt into tears at the love scenes with rose water, dreaming of exile in France, the United States, Canada etc.. And are willing to invest millions on a visa ...
Who is going to make them understand that we do not serve food with bare hands? Who will teach them the use of gloves or utensils under the circumstances?
TO BE ADVERTISING around the ITN, we'd better address this unacceptable situation that scares away visitors and encourage nationals into exile. Because in an environment as bad as ours, we have a thousand chances to catch all fatal diseases, including malaria, even before they had time to sit under an ITN. In a healthy environment, the money we invest in nets serve other needs as vital. No need for mosquito nets.
The politician who will do this serious social problem's workhorse, will be assured of full support of many voters. And the media that were in the termination of this scourge and public awareness campaigns to differentiate themselves from competitors who can only speak for politicking or trifles.
PS: Just when I close this article, I am told that Mali is ranked among the dirtiest 3 countries in the world after Guinea and Niger. Is it any wonder?
Mountaga FADED KANTÉKA
mountaga40@hotmail.com
Tel: 223 76 69 24 47
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