homes, AT ANY TIME for ANY REASON will be dealt with as looters, rioters and rebels. From my hotel window, I have seen people being executed as patrols have caught them in the streets.
Regardless of what the reason , or need, for venturing outside, the curfew is final in the eyes of the totalitarian government. Whether you need food or if a family member is sick, or even to collect water, you are not to leave your homes.
I have seen a lot of bodies lying in the streets of so -called looters and rebels, summarily executed by the soldiers and left in the gutter before the clean up teams come along and collect them. People are sick, starving and the flu is breaking out more rapidly and becoming more widespread. Our hotel has no running water and we have to try to keep clean with bottled water. The toilets don’t work, and we have to use buckets, which we then take into the hotel garden in the morning and dump the contents in a pit, which is then burned. Thankfully we still have electricity, but for how long we do not know. It’s only a matter of time until everyone in the hotel becomes sick.
I dare not even think about trying to get to the airport or the embassy. Whether you are local or foreign to this country, the same rule applies and I fear I would be shot the minute I leave the hotel.
Trucks full of government soldiers patrol the streets night and day. This morning, I watched as a small group of people, who must have been sick, or so hungry that they could hardly lift their feet, staggering along the street towards the hotel. A patrol approached, and as the people moved towards the truck and raised their hands to beg for help, the soldiers gunned them down. Afterward, the troops dismounted from their vehicle and moved from body to body, shooting them in the head. Twenty minutes later, another patrol came and removed the bodies.
Before the curfew I was able to travel throughout the villages and report and collect stories on the epidemic and the effect it is having here. During that time I learned that many of the locals have begun to call the flu ‘The Walking Death’. When I asked why they called it this, the answers made no sense. A tribal medicine man told me that death is now walking amongst us and that the age of man is at an end.
A mother with two young babies clinging to her told me that her husband had died two days earlier and that the doctors had taken him to the hospital. That night she was told by a friend that they had seen her husband chasing a dog in her village on the outskirts of Freetown.
A man told me that his sister died that morning, and in the evening when they were preparing her for burial, she opened her eyes and sat up , causing everyone in the room to panic and flee. He told me how he watched her, from a distance, as she emerged from their home and devoured a live chicken that she took from the pen at the side of their house.
Mothers attacking children, husbands attacking wives, friends attacking each other, whatever the reason, it seems that Freetown is about to go under.
Stories of curses and voodoo style rituals being performed on the sick and dying are rife. No one knows what is really going on, and no information or help is coming from the authorities.
15/05/2015,
Freetown has been abandoned by the government and the troops. Crowds of sick people are swarming the streets and many of them have crowded around our hotel. The stench of the crowd is sickening; even with all the windows closed I can still smell them. Swarms of flies and other insects are surrounding them, and the sickly-sweet smell of putrefaction is everywhere.
It’s almost as if they are rotting while still alive.
They are banging against the doors day and night, but there is nothing we can do to help them. All of the ground floor windows have been smashed in their attempt to gain entry and we have had to barricade ourselves inside. They are behaving extremely aggressively and even attacking each other to get
Regardless of what the reason , or need, for venturing outside, the curfew is final in the eyes of the totalitarian government. Whether you need food or if a family member is sick, or even to collect water, you are not to leave your homes.
I have seen a lot of bodies lying in the streets of so -called looters and rebels, summarily executed by the soldiers and left in the gutter before the clean up teams come along and collect them. People are sick, starving and the flu is breaking out more rapidly and becoming more widespread. Our hotel has no running water and we have to try to keep clean with bottled water. The toilets don’t work, and we have to use buckets, which we then take into the hotel garden in the morning and dump the contents in a pit, which is then burned. Thankfully we still have electricity, but for how long we do not know. It’s only a matter of time until everyone in the hotel becomes sick.
I dare not even think about trying to get to the airport or the embassy. Whether you are local or foreign to this country, the same rule applies and I fear I would be shot the minute I leave the hotel.
Trucks full of government soldiers patrol the streets night and day. This morning, I watched as a small group of people, who must have been sick, or so hungry that they could hardly lift their feet, staggering along the street towards the hotel. A patrol approached, and as the people moved towards the truck and raised their hands to beg for help, the soldiers gunned them down. Afterward, the troops dismounted from their vehicle and moved from body to body, shooting them in the head. Twenty minutes later, another patrol came and removed the bodies.
Before the curfew I was able to travel throughout the villages and report and collect stories on the epidemic and the effect it is having here. During that time I learned that many of the locals have begun to call the flu ‘The Walking Death’. When I asked why they called it this, the answers made no sense. A tribal medicine man told me that death is now walking amongst us and that the age of man is at an end.
A mother with two young babies clinging to her told me that her husband had died two days earlier and that the doctors had taken him to the hospital. That night she was told by a friend that they had seen her husband chasing a dog in her village on the outskirts of Freetown.
A man told me that his sister died that morning, and in the evening when they were preparing her for burial, she opened her eyes and sat up , causing everyone in the room to panic and flee. He told me how he watched her, from a distance, as she emerged from their home and devoured a live chicken that she took from the pen at the side of their house.
Mothers attacking children, husbands attacking wives, friends attacking each other, whatever the reason, it seems that Freetown is about to go under.
Stories of curses and voodoo style rituals being performed on the sick and dying are rife. No one knows what is really going on, and no information or help is coming from the authorities.
15/05/2015,
Freetown has been abandoned by the government and the troops. Crowds of sick people are swarming the streets and many of them have crowded around our hotel. The stench of the crowd is sickening; even with all the windows closed I can still smell them. Swarms of flies and other insects are surrounding them, and the sickly-sweet smell of putrefaction is everywhere.
It’s almost as if they are rotting while still alive.
They are banging against the doors day and night, but there is nothing we can do to help them. All of the ground floor windows have been smashed in their attempt to gain entry and we have had to barricade ourselves inside. They are behaving extremely aggressively and even attacking each other to get
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