“It’s no wonder Xi’s worried. In Zambia people recently returned from China that showed up with coughs weren’t appropriately,
isolated. Some workers are not duly showing for work and the ones who show have been ordered not to speak of the virus, publicly.”
“Of 42,638 confirmed coronavirus cases only 319 cases have been confirmed in countries other than China. According to the World
Health Organization, the latest coronavirus is a global emergency; a pandemic threatening … epidemic, threatening, the world.”
“The latest coronavirus is a global emergency, says WHO; a pandemic threatening, epidemic, threatening, the planet. By a microbe,
threatened, feels Xi. Ne’er before has any man threatened him as terrifyingly … as has this tiny, coronavirus … microbe.”
“By a microbe, threatened, feels Xi.
A mere microbe torments him. Tormented too is feeling Kim. And Vladimir also, albeit Mo,
less so. So now I know. Now I know how to poetically tell, the greatest story, ever told. A story … worthy of Nobels … I know.
“Pray for Africa. An ongoing invasion of voracious locusts, the worst invasion in living memory, has descended upon the continent.
Catastrophic losses loom. Pesticides and all sorts of fratricide, run rampant upon Africa, the most, beleaguered … continent.”
“Thickening indeed are MAYDAYS’ plots. And — converging — it’s, plot lines. And ye can feel, like the pounding of hooves, imminent
danger even when ye see it not, on the horizon. Pray for Africa. Pray indeed, for all of us. What should be obvious — isn’t.”
“What should be obvious — isn’t. And converging are MAYDAYS‘ plot lines. Ye can feel the imminence of danger even when ye see
it not, on horizons. Pray for Africa. Pray indeed, for all of us. What should be obvious — isn’t. It is about us. Not ye. Not me.”