In a vehicle he boarded from Onitsha to Port Harcourt, Mr Smitt listened to variety of interesting stories. He heard about those who specialize in cutting heads of strangers under the cover of darkness for sales to ritualists. These murderers perpetrate their wickedness with the regalia and clock of mad people in the street. In the daytime they walk about like mad people who beg for arms in the streets, but in the dead of the night their killing apparatus will surface for shedding innocent blood. Before the vehicle reached his destination Mr Smitt had received lorry-loads of interesting cum pathetic stories. The last which sent ripples of fear into his tensed nerves was the mention of monkey pox. Mr Smitt was aware of chickenpox and smallpox, but this new pox caught his attention. Fortunately for him, a retired nurse in the vehicle was explaining this new infection. According to her the monkey pox covers the victim with numerous troublesome pimples. The nurse warns everybody within earshot, "The answer to monkey pox is hygiene; wash your hand, dresses, food and cooking utensil well to keep off germs because A Stitch in Time Saves Nine."