It was January. The monthly shipment of medicine had not come in, nor the previous months’. The barge that usually brought it never arrived. The doctors contacted their suppliers. No one seemed to know what happened to the medication.
Surely it was sitting in a warehouse somewhere in Port Moresby, expiring in the intense heat and humidity, or dropped at a wrong location in another hospital, wasting in a storeroom somewhere. Regardless of the medicines’ incredulous fate, Kapuna Hospital was in want.