This menace to society is bad.
Only the blood-sucking mosquitoes are glad.
Spreading like wildfire.
It is a loose wire.
I don't even want to say its name.
It already has too much fame from making people lame.
It hit me down the other day,
And I don't even think I function the same way.
Fever, fatigue, headache, backache, muscle pain, joint pain and swelling,
It is indeed very telling.
Rash, itching, scratching and jumping like ants biting me all over.
Dizzy, but I didn't drink any bizzy.
Nose swell up and red like Rudolph the red-nose reindeer.
No lies, I have pictures to show that it was a big scare.
Never in my life have I felt so much pain.
And there was nothing for me to gain.
Lumps and bumps, couldn't even walk without a crutch.
No man! This was too much!
No appetite, food had no taste,
Ginger and garlic made my great medicinal paste.
Went on the scale and my weight was not the same.
It's so distasteful for me to even say the name.
Chikungunya, chik-V or chicken gunman and chicken gonorrhoea as some Jamaicans would say.
And the chik-V song is a popular song to play.
They even made a chikungunya dance.
But to move my body to the song, I didn't get that chance.
It's a terror and a horror and I wouldn't wish it for my worst enemy.
Thank God for making me survive this chikungunya,
Cause this sickness definitely doesn't belong ya!
- Erika Heslop Martin