'Hii ni Kenya'

It being a Wednesday morning, I woke up at 6.00 am ready for the for days activities. Despite having caught a cold from somewhere I know not, I prepared myself for the morning devotion with my listeners from 7:15 to 8:00 am at my favorite radio station, what a great day to start a day. After the morning devotion, next was attending lectures which others were taught and some also did bounce giving us time to finalize on our fourth year projects. Despite the cold and the running nose taking toll of me, I managed to tackle all that I was meant to do.

At around noon, my health deteriorated and I chose the last and only resort which was only seeing a doctor and be given some medication. Few minutes past 3 o clock, I left the studio for the Moi university dispensary at least to see a health expert to determine my case. Oblivious of what was lying ahead of me, I went to the records office and patiently waited to be served; my file was retrieved and I was directed to room 14 for me to see the doctor now. Not being the only one there, I sat on a bench where approximately eight others sat waiting to see the same doctor I was to see.

I overhead people talking inside but decided to wait for my turn to be attended to, 20 minutes were over, the queue was building up yet nobody was coming out of the doctor’s office. I asked my sit neighbor, “kuna watu wangapi huku ndani?” she answered  “wako wawili but wamekaa sana almost one hour”  rose from my sit and strained my neck only to see a man standing discussing some matters unrelated to what the doctor offers. Seeing my frowning face the man told me “ngoja kidogo tu tunatoka” I sat down feeling disgusted. After another 15 minutes the two guys come out and without any respect or apology to the patients for staying that long, one of them decides to open his smelly mouth and confidently says, “sasa wewe kijana unakunjia nani sura, hujui hii ni Kenya?” Really!! I was almost answering him back when I saw all the patients turning round and all their eyes glued at him.

 

Seeing all those eyes staring at him, he bowed shamefully and left without saying another word. I answered him silently in my heart not blaming him but his IQ which I rated to be below average.  I waited for my turn to see the doctor who innocently not knowing what had happened outside his office scribbled some drugs for me to take; after collecting them at the pharmacy, I left without looking back.

By; Biwott Edwin

Email; biwottedwin@yahoo.com