Eunice - Dr Eunice, the love of my life, died. Pulmonary Thromboembolism was the cause: a condition occurring in about 1 out of 1000 individuals and often fatal, causing when acute a rapid death and without evident warning signs, but that with appropriate and prompt care can, in some cases, be reversed saving the patient’s life. She collapsed in front of her car, while she was just about to enter in it, during a sunny afternoon, in a busy road in the heart of Westlands, Nairobi. A place full of banks, shops, people. Full of everything, but without even a single ambulance, not one in standby in the area, not one that could be called by the public that started surrounding her.

She fainted and laid there, on the ground, for over one hour and the half, surrounded by tens of people, and there she died, alone, without the decency of having an ambulance running to her, without the decency of having a system that dispatch to her a paramedic, even a volunteer, someone trying to do something else rather than staring. Eventually someone, as it is the tragic normality in Kenya, put her in the backseat of a car and dropped her lifeless body onto a hospital bed, the hospital bed where my nightmare started.

Nairobi has always been a heartless city, a swamp of muggers and robbers. I don't know where people get nostalgia from that it was a better city.

Haki we are a heartless lot. Saw an older man with pajamas and bathrobe this morning trying to cross James Gichuru road looking lost...he seemed to have come out of one of those posh homes in lavi-probably someone's elder relative with dementia or alzheimers.

what did you do?