Life for many rural Africans I know. How many time have I heard this?
"Have you given him any medicine?" I asked.
"Yes, yes," he said. "We gave him aspirin and vitamins every day."
I shook my head.
“You know that's not enough. You've got to get him to a doctor. You've got to go to the mission hospital."
A look of shame and embarrassment crept onto Kanyenda's face. "Teta katuena ne falanga to," he said. "We don't have any money."
There they were. Those five words: "We don't have any money." They were permanently stitched to the sleeve of serious illness in Kalambayi, speaking like an epitaph for 90 percent of the chiefdom's dead and dying."
(Mike Tidwell. 'The Ponds is Kalambayi. pig 130)
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