By Umaru Fofana
Ibrahim, not his real name, stood at Bolling Street which - in normal times - splits the Kingtom cemetery between Muslims and Christians, freshly bathed. Like his other half a dozen or so colleagues. It was approaching 6:00 PM. His day's duty was ending. It looked as if he was having a second bath - this time with chlorine and other disinfectants. They looked cheerful - despite the gut-wrenching job they do for a living.