Word on the grapevine is that another outbreak is hurtling out of China at Usain Bolt speed. That is on top of the usual woes of Jaa-nuary - the official month of misfortune. Why does all hell have to break loose just as we're shaking off the holiday hangover?
My uncle, a self-declared herbalist is already prepping for the oncoming apocalypse by stockpiling ancient herbal remedies. At the top of this is a curative herb called 'kiruma'. Bitter than bile with an equally revolting smell, uncle swears that the herb can cure most maladies known to man. Back in the day, I noted that he gives the same herb to his cows when they show signs of sickness. I then asked him how a herb can treat cows and humans at the same time. "Blarry fool!" He spat angrily. "Diseases are all the same, the host doesn't matter."