The health system in Zimbabwe is not in a good situation. The crisis is affecting a lot of people. It’s pretty bad.
Our nation is crippled by an economy on crutches and this crisis seems to extend its slimy tentacles into public service deliveries. The word “hospital” came from the Latin term “hopes” meaning guest and since guests where to be treated well, the notion of receiving courtesy and good service at hhospitals became ingrained in the human mind since the fisrt hospital in Rome.
However, in Zimbabwe doctors lack the funding to do their jobs efficiently, lack the support of the people they serve and faith in their paymasters and in some extreme cases, some of them have just lost the passion.
NO SUPPORT FROM THE PUBLIC:
Patients seeking medical attention have to wait for hours on end in long lines only to be told their condition cannot be resolved at that particular institute and so have to be referred to another medical institute. According to an article published by The Guardian, people have lost faith in the public service delivery system of healthcare, with bills being too high, medication shortages and plethora of other incidents that cast hospitals in Zimbabwe in disrepute.
NO FAITH IN THEIR PAYMASTERS:
Countless times we hear of a riot at a hospital for wages and salaries outstanding and I most events, the police are deployed to “maintain order and peace” “contain the situation.” In an article published in July 2016 by Reuters, non-critical patients who sought assistance at either Parirenyatwa or Harare Central were told to return the following week because junior doctors had gone on strike in protest over salaries that had not yet been paid. What a Nation!
NO MORE PASSION:
The eventual rumbling of an industry where you need to battle your employers for your wages and get to turn innocent people in need of your help because you can’t give it to the, no matter how much your heart aches to help leads to dejected feeling of sadness and sorrow. Doctors leave for the Diaspora and those who remain seem to lose sight of why they did.
In a nutshell, my heart goes out to the people of the country: The public hospital doctors who can’t do their jobs effectively because of constraints beyond their control and the patients who end up wondering whether or not today is their last day. Things will get better. It’s just a matter of when.