How often do you wash your towel? Some people wash once a week, while some, once a year. The towel is a fertile breeding ground for millions of microbes, especially those found on human skin and on the gut. No wonder the towel is one of the objects that facilitate fecal-oral contamination (literally connecting the two ends of the gut). Worse still, most people keep towels in the bathroom (near the toilet). Every flush of the toilet sends mist with millions of microbes, ranging from H.pylori, salmonella and other deadly bacteria and viruses. When you wash your hands ready for a meal, and dry them with your body towel, there's high chance you are directly ingesting your fecal matter, or, if in a shared lavatory, someone else's faeces. Unless cleaned well, viruses such as human papillomavirus (causes warts, anal cancer and cervical cancer) can be transmitted when towels are shared with infected individuals. So, what to do? 1. Launder towels once a week. 2. Use hot water and det...
Lying on my bed, And waking up with a start.. A thought crept into my mind So creepy and powerful.. "Have you gone to the video worship centre..?" it says. Then i, mumbling about a forgotten programme, Walked down the aisle to the sitting room.. Standing before me, prominently displayed is...the great educator.. The TELEVISION. Oh! Television.. you centre around my world.. you teach me what to say, How to dress and how to eat I sit down daily before you, paying my obeisance to you. You show flashy role models.. All dressed with violence You are entangled with the ropes of sexual pervasion.. You engulf me with lyrics of songs that brings eternal damnation to my soul... You give me ideas of what i should look like.. You show me images of vulgarity. Infact, i am your mirror.. The perfect student of my Television.. Watching you everyday, I get the conclusion that violence, sexual gratification and juvenile delinquency are acceptable societal norms. This, of course brings conflict to my soul.. I am no longer who i ought to be.. I am caught between imitation and trying to be myself.. I am tired.... I am confused... This is my cry, the heart rending tears of a teenager.. But then, where are my parent? The great educators employed by God.. They have left their duty post! They have gone on a strike! They have deserted the God-given orchard...ME. Parents..you are the original Television created by God for me.. I want to build my destiny on the godly movies that i watch in you.. Be the T.V programmes in my life.. BE MY TELEVISION!..
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