Friday April 3,
2015 -Good Friday in
the Christian calendar - a day Jesus was crucified and all because he
stood for justice, truth and the integrity of the human creation. And
today in the corridors of power, greed and moral decadence, men and
women led by the rat would be doing their utmost to show just how
religious they are quite oblivious of the fact that more than a month after audit
report reveals massive corruption by the rat and his band of thieves,
the culprits have yet to be brought to book.
It's more than a month and half now
since the report of the Auditor General
"Report on the Audit of
the Management of the Ebola Funds" into the massive theft of funds
meant for the fight against the Ebola Virus Disease was presented to
Parliament and made public.
It was a report that revealed the depths to
which the thieving sewer rats brigade was willing to sink in their
ever-desperate bid to make money from whatever source that came through
their bloody maws and paws.
It was a report that put the
spotlight on the band of uncaring, heartless, low-life and thieving
operatives in a system that pats the backs of thieves and by extension
murderers who would watch people die needlessly while siphoning funds
meant for their treatment and comfort into private bank accounts, filthy
pockets and hiding places in homes, offices and wherever would be
convenient for concealing such stolen funds.
Part of the report clearly showed
a tendency and trail of money laundering as accounts in foreign banks
get oiled even though such accounts were never a part of the even more
illegal and criminal contracts
signed - as witnessed in the Dubai ambulance scandal. Funds and resources that
could have been used to save the lives of the afflicted get diverted
into the private coffers of those with the right connection to the lair
of the rat.
More than a month and half, despite the initial
noise and fury from Parliament and the Anti Corruption Commission, we
have been proved right again. Both bodies remain compromised and
determined to protect the rat and his band of heartless, uncaring and
unrepentant nation wreckers with no one taken before the courts to
answer for their role in the massive plundering of resources.
This is the story of evil, pure evil
While thousands struck by the Ebola Virus
Disease cannot be taken for treatment because of a lack of ambulances
and the needed health delivery interventions, those in authority led by
the rat at State House were busy dishing out contracts to their favoured
partners in crime under very dubious circumstances enriching friends and
associates at the expense of the lives of those hit by the scourge.
Allow us, if you will to bring you a part of a February
24, 2015 article in the Sierra Express Media online on the issue as
Abdulai Mansaray in which he also
touches on the smoke and mirrors antics of the compromised Parliament
and the Anti Corruption Commission whose head one Joseph Fitzgerald
Kamara appears to have lost account of his legal weight among his peers
and has, it would seem, sacrificed all on the altar of an effigy
representing his god, the rat at State House.
"....President Koroma has called “on all Sierra Leoneans to wait for the
law to take its course: (and) vows he will not shield any official or
institution found culpable in the alleged Ebola money embezzlement saga”
(SEM, 17/02/15 ). The president further stated that “it was the
procedure that the report be sent to parliament”. He appears to
re-assure the public that “neither he, nor his government will interfere
with Parliament’s work”.
“If we were not going to give Parliament the authority
it requires to get to the bottom of the case, we would not have
empowered the Auditor-General to conduct the audit in the first place” (SEM,
17/02/15). These proclamations may sound like good music to the ears of
well-meaning Sierra Leoneans. But as if on cue, and like Eunuch in
“Things Fall Apart”, Honourable Ibrahim Bundu has gone a step further
and publically advised the invited persons not to honour the invitation
of the ACC. His argument is that, the intervention of the ACC in this
matter and at this stage does not conform to procedure. We know that in
the past, the ACC has barked louder than it could bite.
In view of our record on corruption, to ask our
Parliamentarians as our representatives, to investigate allegations of
corruption will be like asking turkeys to vote for Christmas. We know
that when they call the roll in parliament, some parliamentarians do not
know whether to answer “present” or “not guilty”.
The allegations are about $40 million that were meant
to provide ambulances, treatment centres, burial Lorries, cater for
hazard payments etc. have been misappropriated or simply vanished.
It is about money that was generously and humanely
donated but criminally subjected to some kind of illegal osmosis that we
are talking about here.
Even before these allegations are proven or otherwise,
the catastrophic consequences cannot be over-emphasised. However, it is
logical to conclude that the lack of adequate ambulances, treatment
centres, and many other shortcomings contributed directly to the loss of
lives. For example, there were some instances whereby families were
quarantined for well-meaning medical reasons. But because someone
siphoned the food supply they were entitled to use during that period,
some family members were forced to break the quarantine conditions in
search of food; and by so doing endanger the lives of others by cross
I can still painfully recall the images of one Ibrahim
Channel 4 news (UK) as he lay
outside his house, waiting for 2 days to be transported to a treatment
centre after he had been infected with the virus.
The call centre knew about him but the lack of a bed
meant that he could not be saved. Viewers were left to painfully witness
Ibrahim wriggling on the cold concrete as his life ebbed away.
Imagine how many people died NEEDLESSLY because of
these corrupt people. Imagine how many people would have survived today
if only some people had shown a little bit more humanity?
The last time I checked, this should be a criminal
investigation. The “separation of powers” was a favourable topic for
exams in my “government” class at school; even though I hated the
subject because of my allergy to politics. We were taught that the
Legislative, Executive and Judiciary were the main branches of a
government, and were supposed to be SEPARATE to ensure good governance.
The idea that any criminal investigations into this matter will require
parliamentary blessing is in itself suspect of political gymnastics.
The President and the people of Sierra Leone owe it to
all those who lost their lives in the fight against Ebola. Doctors like
Martin Salia, who left the relative safety and comfort of his home and
family in USA to help his people only to lose his life.
We owe it people like William Poole, the British Nurse
who survived the disease, only to return again to help our people. Over
100 doctors including Sahr Rodgers, Willoughby, Aiah Solomon Konoyima,
Sheik Umar Khan, and many other health care workers and ordinary
citizens have perished. If these people perished because some evil
people had a different interpretation of humanity, then it is up to us
all to see that justice is done and that THEY DID NOT DIE IN VAIN. For
evil to prosper, it takes the good to do nothing.
Kindly recall this account of a doctor serving in Port
the fate of little Kati.
It is a story that should cause the rat's Information
Minister Khanu to hang his head in shame at a time when his publicists
were writing about his ALFAKA Foundation - a body we would kindly ask
the Auditor General to investigate in terms of funds received and how
disbursed by what is clearly a fake outlet for the diversion of funds
aimed at the fight against the scourge.
But back to the story in the words of Dr Martin Deahl
of the NGO GOAL.
"My colleague reviewed Kati, the little girl that I
had admitted on my first shift, who had left such an emotional
impression on me. She was worse, less responsive, no more hand
squeezing, and in pain with every attempt to move or sit her up.
She had become even more dehydrated, and five
agonisingly painful attempts the previous day to put up a “drip” and
give her fluids intravenously had all ended in failure. She was so
unresponsive, we thought she might die on at least a couple of occasions
in the middle of the ward round. Secretly relieved that I didn’t have to
I was still very upset. Before leaving the zone I went
over to see her, held her hand and stroked her hair. No response.
Katiada is known to practically nobody but God, but
she deserves to be known to the world.
A little girl who humbled me, showed courage and
tenacity of spirit that I, and I suspect many of us, could never match.
Katiada is dead, she “passed” (the local euphemism for
death) on Sunday afternoon. I admitted her a week ago, frail and unable
to lift a bottle of water to her lips or to sit up without help. Afraid,
dehydrated with sunken eyes, barely alive and pathetically vulnerable.
She had just lost her mother.
I cried at the time, tears of sadness for her, guilt
for me (I should be able to do more), and indignation and anger about
the unfairness of it all. In the short time that I knew her, I became
very attached. Doctors aren’t supposed to have favourites. Well, I did
(as did many of my colleagues, I suspect). I had thought non-verbal
communication would be impossible in personal protective equipment (PPE)
but was surprised and heartened to find that a hug was a hug despite the
PPE. And that two layers of gloves didn’t diminish the emotional impact
of the squeeze of a hand.
Over subsequent days she deteriorated, becoming less
No more hand squeezing, and in pain with every attempt
to move her or sit her up. Her dehydration worsened, and five
agonisingly painful attempts to give her fluids intravenously all ended
We thought she might have died on at least a couple of
occasions in the middle of ward rounds. Outside the Red Zone, Katiada
was the frequent subject of clinical debate. Ethical issues of life and
death. The life and fate of a frightened little girl debated in a team
Did we leave little Katiada to her fate or make one
last attempt to intravenously hydrate her?
Katadia battled on, defying predictions that each day
would be her last. At times she appeared to rally: sit up, take oral
fluids and show some awareness of the world around her.
At others she was flat, almost lifeless.
While all this was going on, Rugi Conteh, head of our
psychosocial team, had located Katadia’s father (a seemingly miraculous
development) to try to enable contact between him and his daughter. It
became clear that geography and her father’s own health would make a
visit impossible, but a phone call might be possible.
Standard procedure was to hold a phone up to the wire
fence separating Red Zone from the outside world, loudspeaker on, and
allow the patient to come to the fence and talk through it into the
Rugi arranged for Katadia’s father to phone at a time
when she would be in the zone to facilitate and hold the phone to the
ear of his frail little daughter. He spoke to Katadia at length, she was
barely able to speak but I gather managed a few whispered words.
The call ended, and shortly afterwards little Katadia
passed, and was finally at peace.
I am not given to superstition, but the timing, the
sheer coincidence, appeared extraordinary.
It was as if little Katadia had been clinging to life
waiting for her father. She had suffered terribly and could, should have
died on several occasions.
Katadia was an extraordinary little girl, one of
thousands stricken by this terrible disease.
She deserves to be remembered, not just by us but by
the wider world.
She symbolised vulnerability, innocence, suffering,
and the sheer randomness of life and death. The life that so many of us
take for granted.