Bleeding from holes

The headaches dont seem to want to go away, every step i take seems to be some pounding inside my brains, the next thing I know I just want to knock this head against the wall,l and that is not a joke!
However there are things that I find to be a joke, one of them is the exaggeration of problems in relation to problems other people might have. Just the other day, that good for something, Josh comes around scaring everyone that their chickens had died, now chickens die, I mean this is a city, if a car cant stop on the zebra crossing for a human being believe you me , not even a crossing chicken counts. Well the other day it was all this SARS stuff, and the next thing you know everyone fears the other person, and suddenly the chicken owning neighbour becomes an instant enemy per se. I understand all that, but for Josh to expect us to believe ....what he said that their chickens died of a disease related to that one we saw on tv, that disease where you bleed from every hole in your body, aha, that is the one, that young man, he did get even the attention of the local chief, I didnt know towns in the city have chiefs, its not like a lot of this city dwellers keep enough birds to bribe the chief with occassionally for favourable decisions like in the village cases. Anyway the chief himself was there, and the rest of us slum dwellers, tagging along fearfully, I mean you really dont want to die from that wicked illness, it becomes taboo to be touched even when you die. Been an african, even when you are dead, we would still touch you, just to make sure the witch did not take an opportunity to slash any meat off your body for those hell knows kind of medicine, and love portions. But this disease that cant happen, .....so Josh claims had to be treated with a lot of heavy seriousness. There we are tagging along, me and Ikanta obviously deep in the crowd, but when we reach Josh's verandah, even the chief could not make one more step, I mean yes the government pay him for his job , but they wont pay him if he takes himself to the grave, would they?
We never saw the chicken, neither did we want to, we stood out there talking fear, mixed with anxiety and a sick excitement if Josh was really right, until the Ministry of health vans started arriving, pouring out men and women dressed all in white, gloves, gamboots, overalls, face masks, that Josh had better be right, that bleeding disease is not a joke, but how the hell it flew from Congo straight into Josh's chicken, is a question that young man should be made to answer, a penny for his wierd thought, cant bet on him been right!!!!