I arrived back in Monrovia yesterday after being away for about eight months. We flew with Air Ivoire, one of the first regional airlines to resume operations to Sierra Leone and Liberia. We started at 10:00 AM and reached Monrovia at 4:30 PM via Abidjan and Freetown.
All the airports we passed through were rigorously screening passengers with thermal scans, digital thermometers, and questionnaires. And, hand sanitisers were everywhere.
Spotted US soldiers on arrival at RIA - they looked quite out of place but that's because I've never seen so many - the last time was Erbil 2003. Apparently they are everywhere setting up treatment units.
As we drove back into town on a late afternoon, the golden sunlight casting its glow on the trees and grass, and later as got closer to Monrovia, on the faces of people going about, I was almost relieved. Despite myself, I guess I have started believing the sensational international reporting and expected death and mayhem everywhere.
I chatted to the driver to get a sense of things. I chatted to the first person I went to meet: Mama Susu. Actually, she was bemoaning the lack of business at her end more than anything else. I had a good first day at the office although I hardly even sat at my desk. Everyone is saying things are better in Monrovia.
Except for sensitisation posters and billboards everywhere, things look just the way they always do although traffic on Randall Street is noticeably reduced.
It's great to be back at my cozy apartment and office although as always, flying back to Liberia from anywhere else is a culture shock, especially if you've been away for a long time. It's amazing how much of a culture shock I get even after more than ten years of living and working here.
Dare I say, things are quite OK here.
