ARE HOSPITALS BECOMING GREEDY?

Even with low quality services, most hospitals have been known to mark up their prices. But how much is too much?

A report undertaken within Nairobi alone has concluded that most hospitals are raising their charges by as much as 1000 per cent! Of course you can’t think of an industry that can charge more than 1000 percent and remain in business.As the case of health sector, they are not worried since either way, we shall get sick and nobody will ask anyone to seek for medication as the pain will do the job.

Have you ever heard anyone bargain in hospital? Even the poorest person’s won't dare since the doc may under treat you or even allow you to die and in case you are surveying for the meanest persons, go to the hospital. Last year when I was visiting someone in the hospital, I saw  a very sick man who could not be attended to until he pays, while another one  was on daily nation newspaper  where he had  reportedly been imprisoned at K.N.H for many years due to unpaid bills.

Exorbitant charges

A week ago, I accidentally spilled my hydrogen peroxide (I normally keep H₂0₂ for first aid purposes). I went back to the pharmacy where I had bought the last batch from and I was shocked when I was told the 100ml bottle was 350sh yet I had bought the same batch at 65sh a week ago! I told the chemist I had 50sh only and he shyly asks me “ongeza mbao bwana” I gave him 70sh and took my package more confused than shocked. That is a whopping 400 percent overcharge!

It gets worse when you have a hurting tooth. For those who know, a tooth starts to hurt at night when you have nowhere to go to. The pain once crushed my head until I started to repent, asking God “what have I wronged you to deserve this?’’. When suffering such a pain, the first door you will knock at in the morning is at the dentist. That is what I did. After a warm introductory welcome by a very beautiful receptionist, I was already feeling at home, I explained how non-selective eating of things has caused a hole in my molar and consequently I couldn’t fall asleep with the hammering pain. “That needs refilling. It is only 15,000ksh and it is painless” she interrupted. With the mention of 15k, I found myself outside. In fact the pain was somehow gone; I don’t know how but something in my mind told me the headache is doing 50 press ups for nightfall and from that thinking, I was going for plan b when the same beauty tooth doc calls me by name, and gives me an address for an alternative private clinic. I went straight and was surprised that the same services was going at a cheaper price (ksh 2500 only!) and guess who treated me? The very same beautiful tooth doc from the referral hospital! I finally found out that these doctors give you a non-official huge figure to discourage you and then redirect you to another private hospital, their very own hospital. That is how business is ladies and gentlemen.

Redirecting the services

Have you gone to a public hospital and after treatment you are given a list of medicines to buy from pharmacy?, at times you are told that the supplies are finished and some “good” doctors even goes an extra mile of directing you to where you will buy from. By then you are too sick and your best concern is to get well, yet in the background someone has made a kill. Common antibiotics that are free in government hospitals and should cost roughly 2 shillings a tablet and a whole dose about 40 shillings will sell at 500 shillings (whole dose) or more in a pharmacy.

Pharmacy and poisons board

The pharmacy and poisons board only check on the quality control of the drugs and the persons dispensing. The pricing of pharmaceutical products and medical services might be a free for all game as this sector is treated like a church where nobody questions lest you get excommunicated.

Conclusion

The point is, if you have real money, invest in a pharmacy. But if you have money the size of Eurobond, invest in hospital. For the rest of those who are expecting end-month, enroll in NHIF or Medical Insurance otherwise, days are coming when you will call for harambee to remove tooth!

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You Wont Believe This > The Cause Of Nandi-Luo Conflict In Chemelil!

The star has published a very detailed story about the semi-tribal conflict between Nandi and Luo. The story however digs deeper to pre-colonial era historical injustice which I believe the story brings more harm than good. The cattle theft issue is clearly known by the residents of the said region that the stolen cattle are slaughtered at a certain slaughterhouse in the lakeside city whose owner belongs to neither of the fighting tribes.

The real owners of the cattle in pursuit of the culprit who they don't know annihilate any living soul in their path as they seek for answers by interrogation.

Unknown to the owners of the stolen cattle, their own man organized the dispatch of the loot, and once the package is safely delivered, he joins the mob in the search for the stolen animals. In the end, the other tribe once beaten, they also assemble and stage a retaliatory attack.

The first cause thus is selfish unlawful business, and the other cause is probably political.

I say political since in this century, we have modern tracking technology which can be implemented in the animals so that they can be traced and the perpetrators be brought to book before the locals use primitive techniques hurting an entire community.

Also, after all the killings and torched houses, why is there no quick response unit which can respond on behalf of the owners of the stolen cattle? That way, the government can ban any security response by civilians thus prevent ethnicity.

My take is that, someone somewhere benefits when the two communities fight. The war takes the heat from him. He knows himself. He is mortal and when he dies, there is a special fire and a fork for his a** for people like him> R.I.P in advance.

Version of the star story below
http://www.the-star.co.ke/news/2016/07/09/historic-clashes-why-there-is-violence-on-the-kisumunandi-border_c1380786

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WINDOW SHOPPERS

Dear my fellow windowshopers,
a few shopping malls are less friendly. there is only one entry and one exit. yes one exit through the cashiers desk so that you will arrange line up to the till so that you will shy off and beat chest and buy anything even like an handkerchief or lollipop in the name of getting out.
The other day a mzungu bought a painting worth 5000sh from tuskeys and 10 metres ahead of me, I saw him throw it into a dust bin and I laughed heart heart. so we are many. then I also threw the kerchief I bought and started chewing the nyef nyef I had just bought so that I could swallow with the bitterness I had just bought. That reminds me another day when I entered muthurwa to see see clothes then I got stuck in a stall. I mean stuck like in mud, but worse I got stuck between hundreds of clothers and every one of them wanted me to buy. I then realized that there was no way out I had to purchase my freedom again! but I had 200sh in pocket and head telled me 100 for fare and 100 for watching man u vs Chelsea. I slapped my head to restart my memory and voila! of cause I am dumb ... I mean I shoul be. so I stared at them as they tried all sorts of sign language and I was pinching myself small small to prevent me from laughing and to remind me that I am "dumb" , only for me to realize that they wont let go and they could still probably rob me off the few monies I had with me!. so I pointed at a pile of flabbers and like deaf do, buuurkka bee, een een and showing ten fingers for size ten. one quickly removed a polythene bag and tied for me a pair of brown flabbers the I was free at last. see how simple to detach yourself? then let me teach you, it is nothing personal, just buy anything from one of them even flabbers that you don't need and the leader be like "get your dirty booties off my customer" then you are free to talk bad to niggas around you and that is exactly what i badly intended to do untill I realized I was "dumb" .
Then I lost myself with hand in pocket massaging my humble wallet and there there, me until stadi where things are a little safe and I peeped into my purchase that I exchanged for myself and alas! if you have never seen of mosses...!! . there was a red, and a blue flabbers in the bag! in a glance, I first thought they sold me two pairs instead of one but a closer inspection revealed that it was one pair and worse they belonged to one foot ! oooh Abraham! even what wetangula bought in china is of up! and I don't bame him now.
My Sugar was starting to climb now. I tored the polythene and threw the contents into railways houses . meanwhile, an old man was watching closer then he said " why are you throwing them!?" and I was like "no I am not, I just liberated them." " why?" "because they saved my amino acids nigger!" he looked puzzled but all in all I enter the nearest joint for a cold drink to cool the alarming body temperature and remove feelings that were slowly catching my head.

by ws Kosgei (window shopper)

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Teach me how to pray

I am not regular at church going, but when I do, people have to know. so the other day I went to church. don't ask me what was the reading or the middle song as many keep asking me to proof I went to church. actually I forget the readings as faster as they are read so that doesn't mean I never went to church.

Today I arrived earlier and took my position (usually three rows from the front) I wanted to get it clear; but incidentally I found myself between babies. I mean on my left was a mother with a baby, also on my right, front and behind me!
Everything was fine the first few minutes until the one on my left opened juice for her baby then time bomb went off! baby on my right saw this, and started crying, then the others joined in until all I could get from the pulpit was priest waving hands and in no time my brain was on
impromptu visit to old trafford.

Church was almost ending and all I had captured is "we are salt " courtesy of babies, I never got the meaning or the context so I licked my arm ,and it sure tasted salt so I kept wondering why God put salt on us or are we food for some other form of life?

The other thing I captured was " we are all made in God image". nigger .I wonder if God want us to be like him or are we like him? even osama?, hitler? bivyanga? surely some face don't look like God!

Then I realized I was not the only lost alone. An old macho was advising a woman not to bring kids to church again ; yet on the other verse, Jesus says let the children come to me because the kingdom belongs to them.
What hit my mind more is that part that we are salt, and life is a journey!. a few are living, while the rest of us are adding flavor to their live. A few are traveling, the rest of us are escorts assisting them on their journey through life. Take your boss for instance. He is alive, you are adding flavor to his life by working like a donkey and praising him!. you are escorting him through his journey (life) by covering his mistakes and carrying his luggage (taking the blame ) yet he earns more salary for relaxing in office for 30 days!
have a holly week. 

I am  Kosgei
(tassia Catholic goer)

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