The Special Adviser to the President on Political Matters, Babafemi Ojudu, has narrated his experience with COVID-19, saying he escaped death by the whiskers.
It took a lot of self persuasion to decide on a trip to Ado Ekiti on December 18 to attend the funeral of my friend’s dad. Kay as we call Kayode Afolabi has been my pal since primary school. I therefore considered it an obligation to join in the traditional obsequies for his dad. His parents are like mine.
It took a friend like Kay to take me out of my home-to-office routine since the outbreak of the pandemic almost a year ago.
I am finicky about my health. Sometimes my insistent on being healthy borders on hypochondria. I took Covid-19 seriously from the outbreak. I read up every literature I could lay my hands on about the virus and other pandemics in history. In fact one of the books I read before I took ill was The Great Influenza, by George M. Barry.
I took the test monthly. Each time I waited anxiously to be told via a text message from Dr Audiferen that simply read, “Distinguished, you are negative”. On Wednesday December 23, the text message was different.
‘Distinguished where are you?’, the message read.
‘Home,’ I replied.