I presented a treatment plan an hour later, and was ready to leave, but the hostess insisted that I take some tea first. The table was elegantly laid with exquisite china, and cutlery, but the food she served left a lot to be desired: white bread, margarine, an array of jam, and a pot of tea.
Dr. Nelly’s Journal
Petronila sat pensively among the mass of noisy clients patiently waiting to be attended to in the waiting room.
Those who have been following our discussions know about my cousin Jackson. I had a lengthy discussion with him at our clinic in Kibera, after he raised some interesting questions.
Last week, you read about my cousin Jackson visiting me at the clinic in Kibera slums. We had a lively discussion about the good old days in Western Kenya, when food diversity was the norm, and cultural life more vibrant.
This week, a cousin of mine visited me at the clinic, to complain that I was encouraging children to refuse ugali. He claimed that the children have learned to ask for more expensive foods, like potato crisps instead.
Berneditta Akoth sat quietly in the queue. She seemed so alone in the noisy waiting room full of women’s’ chatter, screaming children, and an occasional male voice.
Madegwa looked odd in the waiting room. He was a young man, who looked relatively fit, compared to the usual crowd of mothers and their children.
Njeri was rushed into the clinic, on a makeshift stretcher. She had collapsed and was barely palpable.
I first saw Mideva’s daughter last week. She was referred to the clinic by a client we treated last month. The complaint was that, her child had refused to eat the foods she had been advised to eat.
We continue to receive letters from around the globe, commending us for this series. This week, I received one from a professional colleague, which I hereby share in order to highlight the concerns expressed.
Kendi usually brings her two children for check up, but this week, she came with her mother from western Kenya.
Grace had a discharge that disturbed her for some time. That was the history she gave to the admitting nurse.