What does it feel like for a health worker who can diagnose but not treat, who must tell their patients that nothing can be done for them? This anger is muted. It is not screamed, not even spoken. But I see it. More than that I feel it, and I want you to feel it now, you reading these pages. The anger is behind my eyes too. I am enraged that the world is allowing this to happen. When my family and my friends wanted to know why I spent so much time in the corridors of power, meeting all these suits, shaking all these fuckin’ hands…I just had to paint this picture. This hospital in Lilongwe.
