Last week. Tuesday 14th 2017.
My dad had been complaining of a severe headache for a week. And it was getting worse by the day. He had been to all hospitals in Meru (hospitals in upcountry Kenya can be shit and everyone had been giving him shit painkillers)… including miti shamba. Nothing was working, no one knew what was ailing him. The best bet was, he had been bewitched, or cursed, or both. You don’t suffer from unknown diseases.
So, he traveled to the city, to Kenyatta National Hospital, to see a specialist. As you know, Kenyatta National Hospital may be the largest hospital in the region, but it can also be the shittiest in terms of service and valuing human life. I think they have seen too many dead people they don’t care. But at least, this time he was diagnosed – with right transverse sinus thrombosis. That’s a bad blood clot in the brain.

Sinus thrombosis – Blood cannot flow out of the brain
That known, and as serious as it is, the doctor said “go home, and come back very early tomorrow so that we can admit you.” Ridiculous, right? Who postpones hospital admission? Welcome to Kenya.
We go home – to my place. In the middle of the night, my dad is screaming. My father, the epitome of tough, is praying a heart-wrenching prayer. He is loudly asking God to kill him to ease the pain he is going through forever, but to take care of his children when he’s gone. His only wish is not to get healed, but for his children to live well and in peace. It’s too bad… my mum and I are helplessly watching. No use looking for an ambulance because this is Kenya.
He is giving up. But I choose not to. We carry him to the landlady’s car – I am still saving for my big car. And drive on an almost empty tank to the nearest hospital – MP Shah. It is a very expensive hospital but life and money can’t be a match.
They treat it like the emergency it is. They say if we had delayed a few further minutes… You see, his pulse rate is 40 and dropping. His heart is stopping. He is dying, and telling me what to do when he dies. My mother is sobbing. I am stoically looking on and telling him to stop joking… I don’t want to believe it, so I keep pushing the nurses to do something, anything. And they are trying hard, the doctors are trying hard… but it doesn’t seem like they are doing anything.
Only that the results show otherwise, an hour later, he is still alive and not screaming. But the beeps from the machines attached to him are maddening. I leave the room and pace along the corridors… like they do in the movies.
No beds, let’s transfer him to Aga Khan or Avenue Hospital
He has to be admitted, but there are no beds available today. So, he has to be transferred to a hospital with a bed, and ICU space in case there needs to be an emergency brain operation. Damn! Or wait, there is a bed in the private ward… the deposit before they can admit him to that is a lot of money – usitake jua.
What’s happening? Does he have to die and we are in a hospital? I raise half of that and sign documents to affirm that I will raise the rest during the day – it’s 4:00 am. Just freaking admit him.
They do, and spend the day checking his failing heart, his brain… and pumping drugs into him. We spend the entire Tuesday in the hospital room, which looks like a hotel room complete with food menus, a TV and a badass washroom.
Evening – As it looks, he is not dying, you can tell he is fighting hard. He has stopped giving up, he is responding to the medicine. And we are there willing him to keep fighting.
And he is a fighter… because yesterday, a week later… he was discharged from hospital – completely healed.
We will fight another day. But not this way.
Lessons:
- Take health Insurance. It is important. Proper healthcare can be too damn expensive.
- Know your neighbours. Especially if you don’t own a car.
- Keep peace with people and God. Dying is easier than 123.
- Don’t keep taking painkillers if there is persistent pain. Go to hospital.
- Healtyhcare needs to be something the county governments take seriously.
- God bless the doctors, the nurses… and the hospital staff who work tirelessly to ease pain.
And God bless everyone that stood with us during that treacherous week. Thanks for your prayers, visiting and support.
Sadera Sein says:
We thank God he is well now
November 23, 2017 — 1:17 pm
Lillian Kasabubu says:
What’s up my brother….
November 23, 2017 — 1:23 pm
MUIRU BERNARD says:
We pray GOOD HEALTH to your dad. Thanks to God for the healing him, its not easy to enter ICU and come back alive and kicking.
November 23, 2017 — 4:30 pm
Bernard Muiru says:
The God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego will never forsake your family. Just as you have put it…”We Live To Fight Another Day”!
November 23, 2017 — 1:33 pm
Faith Kaimuri says:
Sigh…
God fights all our battles .I Thank God for the health of your daddy
November 23, 2017 — 1:54 pm
Lovie Nomie Kinjah says:
Jeez!! May God keep him well bro. God is in full control
November 23, 2017 — 2:07 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
Amen
November 23, 2017 — 3:11 pm
Nancy Gatwiri says:
I saw that some weeks ago…the hell of seeing your father in pain and continuous conversation.. Do wanna recall that..Thank God your Dad is well..Our redeemer liveth.
November 23, 2017 — 2:22 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
It is bad feeling. Watching on helplessly
November 23, 2017 — 3:11 pm
Agnes Mwangi says:
Glad your dad is well Frank. God is great
November 23, 2017 — 3:06 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
He is Great.
November 23, 2017 — 3:11 pm
Fridah Sheshe Maore says:
Poleni sana n thanks God he is well n out of hospital…I see we share that same date i will never forget…My mom ws too admitted very sick that tues 14th nov…
November 23, 2017 — 4:26 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
Sorry! How is she?
November 23, 2017 — 4:30 pm
Fridah Sheshe Maore says:
Doing well though not yet discharged…Bt we thank God…
November 23, 2017 — 4:55 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
Pole mum.
November 23, 2017 — 7:32 pm
Lillian Kasabubu says:
Sawa….
November 23, 2017 — 4:39 pm
Lilliana Qwamby says:
All glory and honour to the almighty God
November 23, 2017 — 5:58 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
🙂
November 24, 2017 — 7:14 am
DB says:
Sorry for that. Glad he is well.
November 23, 2017 — 9:54 pm
Mucioki Wa Gatongu says:
Pole bro. Quick recovery to your old man
November 23, 2017 — 8:07 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
Old man is already up and running around.
November 24, 2017 — 7:15 am
Ma Ke Na says:
You ain gonna be an orphan. Not now… Not soon
November 23, 2017 — 9:15 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
I believe that
November 24, 2017 — 7:15 am
Kawira N Amos says:
U went through a lot,the best thing is that your Dad is doing great,Glory be to God
November 23, 2017 — 11:52 pm
Frank Kenyan says:
True
November 24, 2017 — 7:15 am
Emily says:
Sorry for the experience Frank, no one would wish to through such, you must have been a very strong man not to break down. I think I am one of those guys who could have fainted. But God is always faithful, merciful and powerful hence he will heal him. Most important is the health insurance cover, we should take it very serious it helps in such circumstances.
November 24, 2017 — 10:06 am