A skit by Fun Factory, yes, but it captures the true State of the Nation today so well.
Everything has been reduced to the lowest common denominator in decorum, and institutions have been replaced by phone calls to whichever feudal overlord appointed you.
Justine Nameere has a file on everyone in the country.
Anyone who takes her on, she casually brings out their dirt, whether true or false.
She's the real NRM Chief Whip.
She might even have dirt on M7. If he ever drops her from the cabinet, she unleashes dirt on him.
We thank you madam president Achilla for entrusting our safety and security to the right person. He came out in the right time to save the whole TL against Nameere
As a Senior Consultant, the reason I haven't raised my voice is simple:
When the interns are gone, I will gladly show up at 5AM, clerk 80 patients, draw the blood, and run the night calls myself.
I am superhuman. Obviously.
As a Senior Nursing Officer, the reason I am silent is obvious:
I have no problem running three wards alone, fixing lines, tracking vitals, delivering babies, doing the paperwork.
I don't need hands. I have dedication.
As a Policymaker, the reason I haven't spoken is elegant:
The interns are a budget problem I solved by terming the students.
My children are not doing internship in Uganda, after all.
As a Patient, the reason I haven't complained is clear:
Even if the doctor cutting me open has worked 36 hours without food, just cut me open and take the baby out.
Hunger sharpens the hands. Everyone knows this.
As a Citizen, the reason I am unbothered is rational:
None of my children is a medic.
I have my pastor.
The system runs on miracles. Always has.
This policy is brilliant.
Let's all stay quiet and watch the magic happen.