All the docs at Kijabe were working a lot
But the ones living just East in Nairobi were NOT.
Those doctors were on STRIKE! For the whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why, No one quite knows the reason.
It could be their income left their budget too tight
It could be, perhaps, they weren't treated quite right
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that their vision for health was too small.
But whatever the reason, their salary or their dues
Their posters and slogans made Kenyan news.
They sat in their homes with stubborn strike frowns
While the docs at Kijabe ran themselves to the ground.
For every doctor there hustled, doing more than their share
To handle the patients who came seeking some care.
They were hanging IV lines 'til casualty was all clear
Though Christmas was nearing, it was practically here.
The government held meetings while the patients kept coming
The poor people suffered while protestors marched drumming.
Oh to find some way to regain those employed!
For tomorrow they knew all the sick girls and boys
Would wake bright and early and rush OPD
And then, oh the noise, oh the patients to see!
Every one, young and old, from the greatest to least
Would expect to be treated, cured, and released,
While normal folks sit down to a great Christmas feast
The Kijabe docs will cover for their colleagues to the east.
Yes, they'll keep working, on the worst tasks of all,
From paperwork to surgery, on the tall and the small
They'll stand together, united, to each other clinging
As beepers alarm and phones keep on ringing
And maybe, just maybe, they might even sing!
Because in the end, this frustrating strike thing
Must eventually end, and then, how they'll sing!
Why for nine straight days they've put up with it now.
Kenya must stop this strike from continuing. But how?