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...
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At the wrist of your arm is
A riffle tied as hate in the heart
It is the reason you hurt
When you see my twist
Of the eye at her
At the wrist of your arm is
A riffle tied as hate in the heart
It is the reason you hurt
When you see my twist
Of the eye at her
But she loves it
Because she doesn't frown at my gist
Hate talk you say!
Try your luck my brother
I will not bother
Whether you flourish at the try
Mine is to fly up in the sky
Up the tree I will sit
And wait for the branch to break
Her own bosom knows where it lies
It knows where it's comfort
I'm glad it hurts
You when you sight me
With her at the road
Yes she holds my hands
But where were you?
Where were you when she was hurting?
At the time when she was depressed
And that day when she needed you most
But she still needs you
She needs you to tell her your sorry
She needs you to listen to her
She needs to tell you what she feels
She needs you.
Because she doesn't frown at my gist
Hate talk you say!
Try your luck my brother
I will not bother
Whether you flourish at the try
Mine is to fly up in the sky
Up the tree I will sit
And wait for the branch to break
Her own bosom knows where it lies
It knows where it's comfort
I'm glad it hurts
You when you sight me
With her at the road
Yes she holds my hands
But where were you?
Where were you when she was hurting?
At the time when she was depressed
And that day when she needed you most
But she still needs you
She needs you to tell her your sorry
She needs you to listen to her
She needs to tell you what she feels
She needs you.
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