In the grand, rotting theater of human existence, there is perhaps no greater prank played by biology than the so-called 'miracle of life.' We speak of it in hushed, reverent tones, usually while ignoring the fact that for a significant portion of the planet, the act of reproduction is less a 'blessing' and more a grueling obstacle course designed by a sadistic deity with a penchant for logistical cruelty. A recent report from Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) highlights the 'shared challenges' of women like Hermina in the Central African Republic, Murjanatu in northern Nigeria, and Sabera in a Bangladeshi refugee camp. It is a touching tapestry of global failure that should make everyone involved—from the self-righteous NGOs to the local kleptocrats—take a long, hard look in the mirror, though they would likely just use the opportunity to check their teeth for signs of the lobster they had for lunch.

Let us begin with Hermina in the Central African Republic (CAR), a nation that exists primarily as a cautionary tale for what happens when you let a series of warlords play a decades-long game of 'King of the Hill.' In CAR, giving birth is a high-stakes gamble where the house always wins, and the house is currently on fire. The roads are less 'transportation veins' and more 'geological insults,' ensuring that a woman in labor has more chance of successfully navigating a asteroid belt than reaching a sterile clinic. The infrastructure is a myth, a ghost story told by the elderly about a time when 'government' meant something other than a group of men in fatigues stealing the copper wiring from the walls. The absurdity of a country so rich in mineral wealth being unable to provide a clean sheet and a competent midwife is the kind of dark irony that would make a nihilist weep, yet we treat it as an inevitable weather pattern. It is not an accident; it is the logical conclusion of a state that views its citizens as inconvenient obstacles to the next mining concession.

Then we pivot to Nigeria, the 'Giant of Africa,' a title that feels increasingly like a cruel nickname for a nation that can manage a multi-billion dollar oil industry but cannot seem to figure out how to keep Murjanatu from dying of preventable complications. Nigeria is the ultimate playground for the greedy and moronic. The ruling elite are busy debating which fleet of armored vehicles best suits the potholed streets of Abuja, while the maternal health clinics in the north are essentially triage centers for a war that no one wants to admit is happening. The Right-wing grift here is textbook: hoard the oil wealth, pray loudly in public to maintain the veneer of morality, and act shocked when the system you’ve systematically looted fails to function for the people who actually live there. Murjanatu’s struggle is not a lack of resources; it is a lack of interest from a political class that would rather buy a third apartment in London than fund a rural blood bank.

Across the ocean in Bangladesh, we find Sabera, a Rohingya refugee. Her situation adds a delightful layer of bureaucratic indifference to the mix. Sabera is stateless, a human being who has been officially un-personed by the global community. To the Left-wing performative activists, she is a useful data point for a fundraising gala—a face to put on a pamphlet between the appetizers and the silent auction. They 'center' her voice in seminars while doing absolutely nothing to challenge the systems that keep her trapped in a muddy camp that is essentially a holding pen for people the world has decided are 'too difficult' to deal with. The international community’s 'deep concern' for the Rohingya is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. She exists in a limbo where even the act of bringing new life into the world is an act of defiance against a world that wishes she would simply vanish.

What brings these women 'closer together' is not some mystical bond of sisterhood, but the universal realization that human life is the cheapest commodity on the market. Whether you are in a war zone, a corrupt petro-state, or a refugee camp, the shared challenge is surviving the staggering incompetence of those who claim to lead you. The Left will offer you a hashtag and a lecture on intersectional trauma; the Right will offer you a bible verse and a bill for the oxygen. Neither will offer you a doctor who isn't overworked and underpaid in a facility that actually has electricity. We are a failed species that has mastered the art of space travel but still considers a safe birth a luxury item for the privileged few. It is a masterclass in global indifference, a bipartisan failure where the only thing that truly trickles down is the misery. These women aren't 'brave' for surviving; they are victims of a planetary-scale negligence that we have all agreed to ignore because it’s too depressing to fix between scrolling sessions on our smartphones.