My dearest family, because you love me, I need you to stop, think, and listen.
I am sick because this disease called Ebola lives inside me.
This Ebola is not a curse.
It's a virus.
Father, please tell others and save them.
I'm sorry, Mama, for causing you this much pain.
I know this could have been prevented.
If only I had heated the warnings and not have exposed myself to the virus.
No matter what people say, tradition kills and superstitious ways have no power to stop
this Ebola.
Father, our family's only hope is my isolation.
Do not touch my skin, blood, my sweat, my saliva, and my soul clothes because I have
the Ebola.
Oh, Mama, I feel your loving eyes grazing at me.
I feel the mighty love you have for me.
I know you yearn to hold and care for me, to bathe your child in the cool shade of our
home.
But because you love me, Mama, I need you to be stronger than your tears.
To put the scientists and the medical staff, they are our only hope.
These are good people from around the world.
They did not bring this sickness to us.
They are risking their lives to help us defeat the virus and live.
We put the illness whenever it surfaces to the experts.
Order me, brother, in this way as I who do the same for you.
And if I should lose this battle, order me with a good barrier, but make sure nobody touches
my body.
Father, do not allow grief to turn against wisdom.
Brother, save our family's future.
Sister, sing that of my suffering.
Sing of my courage.
The courage of Mama gave us all.
I know what I ask of you is the hardest thing you will ever do.
To respect my wishes fills me with massive pride.
