Get the facts right

My name is Gambia. I am a tiny speck of land nestled in the heartland of Senegal and the mouth of my river emptying its riches on the mighty Atlantic. I am often regarded as the thorn that pricks the ass of my elder brother, Senegal.  December is generally a busy month as it marks the height of the bustling and thriving tourism trade but thanks to the geographic ignorance and unintentional misinformation being orchestrated by the international news outlets regarding Ebola and the wholesale lumping of West Africa as an Ebola zone, my season has been lack luster and dismal to say the least. December also marks the homecoming or ritual pilgrimage of most of my offspring’s. My pilgrims are mostly referred to as “semesters” for they toil hard in the northern hemisphere and enjoy the fruits of their labor in my tropical paradise. I will for ease of reference correct the misinformation lashed out on me which in a way has eroded my goodwill and capacity to earn. For the record, I am a country in West Africa that is currently out of the Eboloa zone. I have been Ebola free ever since and I am also mitigating my risk of contamination and infection by sensitizing my people and conducting vigilant surveillance on my borders and airport. I will appreciate if my story is featured prime time on your networks (‪CNN, BBC, FOX NEWS, NBC ). My daily sustenance has been negatively impacted by your reporting and my fervent prayer is to kindly crave your indulgence in reporting about how a tiny speck of land with limited resources managed to fend off the ravaging menace called Ebola. My situation can be a subject of a case study detailing my resilience and steadfastness to be sanitized from this virus. I will henceforth establish a parallel communication mechanism to speak to the world directly so as to accurately depict my situation. My pristine sandy shores and picturesque sunsets await my British and Scandinavian winter tourists who chose me as their destination of choice over the years. I am not only open for business but I am ready to host my winter guests and share my warm and sophisticated hospitality that earned me a hallmark name in the industry. I am a Teflon and my smile will not be converted to a frown for I have weathered many storms. Many have questioned my existence since my birth, but for my kindred and kin I remain true and I will overcome and maintain my smile in perpetuity. "Jere jef" and I believe in me.