|Who does this apply to?|
I'm tempted to throw a fit of righteous anger but then the story changes when I get to the office. On the phone is my colleague and friend. It's just another day in what has been an emotionally and financially draining journey. Her brother was diagnosed with cancer a while ago. I would not claim to understand all the details but he had a form of bone cancer which kept him up at night in pain. My colleague, lets call her G, would show up at work completely worn out from nights spent up to massage her brother's legs so he could catch a few moments of sleep.
In his early 20's, her brother was spending more and more of his time within hospital corridors. Instead of chasing after skirts and enjoying the freedom that comes with university, he was stuck in consultation rooms and going through chemotherapy. His life was being stolen. Then a couple of months ago, some good news came through. He was declared cancer free.G practically waltzed into the office. She was beaming. And what followed were days with her basically floating on air and facebook updates thanking God for the good fortune.
Today I walk into the office and G is on the phone with one of our colleagues. I haven't seen her all week.Her voice is low. The tone has become ingrained completely. Barely holding on to hope. Her brother is not doing so good. He went into remission and the cancer has spread. From his bone, it's now spread into his lungs, eyes and other organs. The doctors are running out of ideas and now say the only option is to have him go to India for treatment. And the gears now switch to raising money for all the expenses that will come along with that. Hope is slowly slipping away but it's not all gone.
Then it dawns on me. I am not angry. I am sad. This isn't about Beth Mugo or Anyang' Nyong'o having the money to afford a trip to the US to get treatment. In essence it's not a fight between the classes pitting the haves and have-nots. It's simple really. Their mandate. They have had public spats about two ministries that could be run by an individual. They traverse the country in publicly funded comfort in order to carry out a single objective. To provide quality services to a poplulation in dire need of them.
I am not angry but I need to be. Angry at the fact that the Education Ministry tells us that they are providing quality education while most officials would not trust that system for their own children. That the Trade Ministry would encourage us to buy and build Kenyan when their shopping trips lead them to Saville Row and the shopping malls of Dubai. We should be angry at the double standard that is now known as being Kenyan. How much time needs to go by before G's brother can get the same shot at life as Beth Mugo and Anyang' Nyong'o?