I have come to the conclusion that humans do not have capacity for some things i.e. comprehension of numbers! For example 50,000 people have died from the south sudanese crisis since 2013. There were about 438,000 deaths last year caused my Malaria. About 450,000 who have died since 2011 in the Syrian Crisis. What do these numbers mean? NOTHING!! NOTHING AT ALL!! Humans have no capacity to crunch and internalize these numbers. If we did... we would act but we cannot so we don't!

Maybe it works... I cannot blame a guy for trying anything to keep him/herself alive. Jobs recovery/treatment was made difficult by such wierd eating habits.

If Uncle Sam has not talked about it, who are we to. We don't care about internalizing, we only care what we're told. If we have not been told Machar or Kiir is bad, then don't talk about South Sudan deaths, even if they reach 50,000 (10,000 in 2014 alone).

I agree with you Masukuma but I do not see that as a problem. We are living beings and I think deep down in our structure we understand that death is normal to us. We are living only because we are going to die. Mourning is the natural reaction to death. However this sense of responsibility that it is our 'job' to find ways to prevent death in mass numbers is in my opinion shida za kujiwekelea. It is one of those things that cannot be shared the only person whose job it is to prevent death is the bearer of that life. Other people can treat the sick or help someone in distress but to make life saving a goal is in my opinion overreaching.

I think there is a life sucking industry that has been created by the medical profession especially around the issue of cancer as a result of not making this distinction. Mission hospitals have this as their motto, "We treat, Jesus heals." I feel very comfortable with a doctor who has this philosophy and if any doctor is honest with himself he would know this to be true. The moment doctors assume and represent themselves to their patients as healers then they have crossed the line and become conmen.

Masukuma I think you suffer from too much optimism. You have more faith in human ability than they deserve. A life without death is in my opinion not worth living.

I think it is also important that individuals and families should have a plan for accepting mortality.

I think what is more tragic than the life lost to cancer is the many more lives that are sucked dry and impoverished in pursuit of a non existent immortality.

People should enjoy life but also learn to know when it is time to go.

Here is writing by a respected medical doctor who has struggled with this question

Our medical system is excellent at trying to stave off death with eight-thousand-dollar-a-month chemotherapy, three-thousand-dollar-a-day intensive care, five-thousand-dollar-an-hour surgery. But, ultimately, death comes, and no one is good at knowing when to stop.

I don't know how to place a link so I shall copy a tribute from George, Janet's husband.

My Love Janet,
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I’ve never seen the sky before
Everyday I’m loving you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
Come what may I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste
Sing out this song my dancing angel I’ll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may.


Darling Janet, where do I begin. I can’t believe I am writing your tribute with tears in my eyes, a hole in my heart, ache in my ribs but a huge smile on my lips, memories in my mind, music in my ears and dance in my step.
So much pain yet so much joy.
For ours was a life of love and laughter, emotion and drama, theatre and spectacle, pomp and grace, genius and creativity, bravery and pain, trust and believe, faith and honor, family and friends, Jaz and Pedro, Ying and Yang....we took them all and rode with them to the sunset together.
Our paths crossed 14 years ago and have never untangled since.
I had not thought it possible that such eyes exist until I bumped into you while wandering at Phoenix having mistaken a closet for the bathroom.
I know your mother is reading this but bless her for creating such a beautiful woman with legs of a goddess.
Your spontaneous laugh, witty chat, I had no chance and God had finally sent me my anchor to change this little realm of ours- together.
Our first date, picking you from Kirichwa Road bus stop seems like yesterday.
How can anyone look so beautiful wrapped in a bomber jacket 5 times your size? We walked up that road in the sunset, nervous, knowing something had just been born.
And there you opened your special star to shine on me and everyone we came across.
The star with the power to see only, and I mean only the absolute greatness in everyone. And that my love is the greatest gift you have ever given me and this world.
Hope in every man.
I remember we used to say ‘if you stare in goodness, then you create goodness in the stared upon.’
All my faults meant nothing and just like everything else in life you saw only the good in me, us, life.
So in a way darling, I am your creation for you brought out the goodness, kindness, honesty, caring and love in me for it’s what you chose to see.
And this promise I make to you, while it is tempting to see the faults in others, I will strive to bring out the greatness and kindness in others by seeing it.
I challenge the rest of us reading this to the “Janet Challenge”- bring the goodness out of your neighbor.
And so we started our long dating journey, the most exciting times a young man could ever be blest with.
From trips across the country to climbing through the window when the landlord locked the house... we never had a dull moment but we had it all together.
Our famous parties and playful banter, dedicated love, heated arguments, loyalty, friendship, we were in our own bubble and have stayed in that bubble till last Saturday when you decided to be an Angel.
I remember I proposed to you when you were yelling at me and I was laughing inside saying if she can nag like this she must be a good wife.
Typical to us we did our wedding our way- and out of that chaos was the most beautiful bride I will ever see.
I think we laughed with family and friends for a whole ten hours coz that’s all I remember.
And I promised you, when we go out, it’s going to be just the same, a service full of joy and laughter.
So, my friends, if you are not smiling please tickle yourself.
Am sorry hon, to see you loose your father was the most heartbreaking thing to watch.
I have never seen so much pain in someone’s eyes and am consoled you are now next to Tat.
Your love, respect and desire to honor him is a dedication I don’t think many will ever understand.
I learnt what it means to honor someone’s memory and I promise you Peter-Daniels, Jasmine-Six and everyone else I can drag will honor your legacy my love, every single day.
So all this time you were the media diva and the stunning cover girl, who would have thought you would transform into the most adoring mother.
I remember cutting Peter’s umbilical cord with you yelling expletives in my ear, me getting startled that the baby was gray (I thought we were Africans!) and you breaking into tears of joy- a mini you had joined our family.
And boy do you know how to mother and smother a child.
That boy got the biggest transfusion of love possible and he is so aptly named after your Tat.
He has your soul of a god, smile of an angel and talent of an artiste.
Other than having your replica stunning looks I see you living graciously through him.
Then came the absolutely stunning, ball of energy and laughter they call Jaz and where your love was for your for your two boys, now you multiplied with the same zeal to your little girl.
I think we are going to call her Baby J till she is 40.
On behalf of our children, I want to thank you for being the most amazing, loving, selfless mother we could have dreamed of.
You brought the spirit of Christmas into our home. I make this solemn promise, I got them and I will raise them to be the man and woman you dreamt them to be-worthy of your legacy.
As for your career wow, just wow. Everything you did was with perfection and a midas touch.
You achieved in 39 years what three generations take to achieve. I’m proud of you girl. In every field you worked, you received an award, and finally the country recognised you were one of the Top 40 under 40 women.
For me, you were always the Top 1 over 1 lady. You gave it all and taught me so much, and all the dreams we started and shared darling I will finish them. That is my promise to your legacy.
This last chapter: two years of your illness, has been one crazy ride that life threw at us. But like always said girl, keep smiling, storms grow the crops.
We did it all and with laughter in our eyes, angst in our minds but joy in our hearts.
Thank you for allowing me to fight alongside you, change forever the way our country understands cancer, bring out conversations that may save another, and most of all inspire those facing the disease to have hope.
Your faith grew and God listened. You are now his instrument to inspire his people. You didn’t lose girl, coz you are still here, and if you don’t believe me look at the crowd outside
still listening to your words and hope.
Me and you know how we threw the kitchen sink at this one and all through this you were still a lover, a wife, a mother, a friend, a neighbor, an ambassador...
On behalf of my fellow countrymen, thank you. We will honor you by continuing to give hope to those facing challenges. That concert will happen I declare to you.
As I pen off my love, my goodbye is just a hello as you will always be with me. My tears finally brim to my eyes. I will cry and I will sob and I will grieve.
Then I will rise, raise our kids, keep our home in laughter and keep your legacy going. Thank you for allowing me to love you and showing me true love.
Thank you for our two wonderful kids. We will celebrate you through our actions and how we treat each other.
Finally, you have achieved you’re God given purpose to inspire a nation. And you can tell everybody that this was your life. It may have been quite simple, but now that it’s done, how wonderful life is, that you were in the world.
Daddy would have been proud, the angels are dancing and the Almighty is pleased, you did it your way.
Frank Sinatra must have been thinking of you when he sang:
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Goodbye love. Go dance with the angels.

Awesome just awesome. May he and the babies find healing in due time.