Step into the government pharmacy where the silence is incredibly heavy,
Where vital drugs and stocks sit on shelves at KEMSA, quietly rotting away,
Cancer patients are out here having it rough,
fighting the clock without a single dose,
While the ministry officials are locked in boardrooms, planning a brand-new distraction
Kenyans living with HIV, TB, and malaria are suddenly facing massive shortages
The safety net is being pulled away,
thread by agonizing thread
But our health leaders are completely occupied,
busy looking at calendars,
Calculating the perfect, strategic day to announce a theatrical, fake Ebola case
It’s a masterclass in modern governance: create a crisis to bury a crisis
Don’t worry about fixing the broken procurement lines or stocking local shelves,
Just wait for a global headline,
look incredibly panicked for the international press,
And watch how quickly the real domestic failures get swept under the emergency red tape,
The people most at risk are never the politicians with premium health insurance,
But the ordinary Kenyans who depend on these basic public services every single day
Shameful is a word too mild for a system that hoards medicine until it expires,
Turning our public healthcare infrastructure into a graveyard of intentional neglect.
