Three months ago, in an age before coronavirus, a receptionist at an office I was visiting in Liberia measured my temperature. “It’s for everyone’s good as we must all care for each other,” she said, drowning out my protests and meticulously writing down the reading next to my name.
When, upon entering the car, a hand sanitiser was passed round, I began to see the utu, Kiswahili for humanity. Crises are opportunities for change and bringing people together.
