‘Leave him to die’: The inhumanity of life in a time of war
On a quiet moonlit night, our logistics manager John, a Massai Kenyan, came to my bunk and said there were two badly injured men that needed my medical attention.
We were in the foreigners’ camp at Dadaab, but the men were in Ifo, a refugee camp about 5km north along a dusty track, on the way to Dagahaley.