In my trips to search for information to complete my book Impartial Justice, I made my mind to visit Kerugoya District Hospital maternity facility. Thats four moths back. My neighbours daughter had been ferried there and I thought this would be a golden chance for me. I wanted to go there in incognito (a complete stranger). So I asked my neighbour if I was at liberty to accompnay her there. She was glad. So I bought fruits for her convalenscing daughter. We waited at Kagio bus terminus for our matatu to fill as conductors shouted themselves hoarse, calling for commuters. Once the vehicle was in active life, I striked a conversation with the woman. You told me you are heading to Mathare, what do you mean? I asked. Yeah, Mathare she replied. She never added anything to enlighten me more, but told me that maternity is proudly known as Mathare. Mathare, is a well-known hospital for mentally ill persons, call them psychiatric patients, if you want. So I wasnt at ease to believe that she could liken the two facilities. Once we arrived at Kutus, I insisted that she tell me why she called a maternity section, a mental insitution. She told me that if I were to be lucky Id answer my own question in less than half an hours time. Right outside the main hospitals gate, the woman bought a basin. Kenyans knows what business is, whoever sold the basin knew that children will always be born and must be bathed. There are set hours for casual visitors, so we waited. Am always impatient and approached a uniformed lady. She must have met all her basic needs because she was really gigantic. As I talked to her, I noticed that her makeups had melted and cascaded down her chin, making a funny concotion that looked like crude oil. She fished out her handkerchief and swipped her face. I lied to her that I was a gurdian to Mary Nyaguthie, the womans daughter. She didnt argue, she led me to the ward. Nyaguthie flashed a smile to me. She had already delivered her buddle of joy. I told her that her mom was outthere. This is to spare the lady asking herself what sort of a neighbour I was, without having to bring anything. I knew it was only five minutes left before her mom would get in. And shed be scared to talk to me in other gry areas. About Mathare, she enlightened that it all have to do with labour pains and eventual screams. I got it right. But I couldnt hear anything unsual. About females bigger ratio than males, I confirmed it. That day, twenty girls were already born, only three boys were born. It got me thinking. If that was the case then that a boy is a rare spices then it will one day become extinct. When Alshabaab is being battled, the K.D.F says many are men. When gangsters are sprayed with bullets, you have no reason to ask whether its men or women. We have 35 criminal vigilate groups in Kenya, 98% men. Men, where are we really. Even on facebook, me being a keen guy, I have seen many ladies posting on their status Baby Susan, my preciuos gift from God. I havent seen them saying my guy Mwathe, awesome reward from up above. Ladies please, it tool that man sweat and tears to come up with a formula to make that baby. Have a manful night, wont you?
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 17:50:52 +0000
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