10/22/2025
The Nurse Without Supplies
From a West African Nurse’s Voice
The morning sun rose over the dusty hospital courtyard, but inside the ward, there was no brightness only the familiar hum of broken fans and the smell of disinfectant mixed with despair. I had six patients waiting for IV lines, but only three cannulas remained in the entire ward.
When I called the pharmacy for more, the response was the same as yesterday: “We are out of stock.”
So, I stood there, torn between choosing who would get treatment and who would wait. That moment broke me in ways no textbook ever prepared me for.
A young mother held her child, pleading softly, “Nurse, please save my baby.” I swallowed hard, forcing a smile, and used the last cannula on that fragile arm. The others watched, silently understanding that help might not come for them.
In that room, I felt the weight of a broken system pressing on my chest a system that demanded miracles from nurses but gave us almost nothing to work with.
We improvise. We innovate. We sacrifice.
But behind every act of resilience lies exhaustion, and behind every smile lies pain.
We do not need pity. We need policymakers who understand that nurses are the backbone of healthcare, and that no healthcare system can stand tall when its backbone is breaking.
Augustine Omwan RN-WSOC
www.augustineomwan.com