When we finally get to the Medical centre I put my hand on Cafe’s forehead. It feels like she has a temperature. She mumbling incoherently it feels as if she is burning up. How many hours has it taken to traverse the rutted water swollen territory to get to the Nairobi Mombassa road? I feel suddenly cold with fear.
Reaching into my trouser pockets to look at the time I discoverI my mobile phone is gone. I look up at the moon now high in the sky and shiver.
Dr Ahmed has just completed his notes on a particularly difficult case of ingrowing toe nails. He sighs and decides that he must schedule an urgent operation. The Gangrene must be nipped in the bud.
Hearing a squeal of breaks and urgent shouts below he looks up and goes to the window. Looking down he sees a commotion in the Medical Centre entrance. A Safari truck with a body is being lowered on a stretcher. He suddenly remembers he is on night duty and rushes down the stairs.