This Happened Last Night—and It Should Worry Every Kenyan
Last night, I heard a story that has refused to leave me. I won't mention the name of the healthcare, however eyes are on such and some facts documented as am told and seen. Someone close to me walked into a private hospital in Kahawa West in the middle of the night, sick, weak, and afraid. Like many of us would, they suspected pneumonia which turned out to be. Like many others, they did not have money in that moment. They paid what they could—KES 250 for consultation, KES 1,000 for a drip. But when it came to medication, they had nothing left. So they asked for something simple: a prescription. Just a piece of paper so they could find the medicine elsewhere when they got help. They were told no. “Hospital policy.” No prescription unless the drugs are bought there. No assistance to contact family. Wifi access was also a no, they could not reach out to anyone they believed could have helped. No flexibility. No humanity. They left without treatment. And I keep asking myself—what are...