Little Big Men

A historical documentary following the common thread of material captured in June 2019: Little Big Men: the Rise of Kenya’s Clinical Officer. The struggle of Kenya’s clinical officer for legal recognition is a microcosm of Kenyan politics past and present, in which “big men” have traditionally dominated the field. This “Wild West” story captures infighting, favoritism, personal determination and gifts of appreciation, if not bribes. The film is also featured on The PA Life blog.

Location: Kenya

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