You may recall that my last post was a slightly dazed jumble of happiness and trepidation- I'd landed my dream job with my favourite charity, who had turned around and told me that I am needed in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Well, it's been several months since then and I have been busy. No,... Continue Reading →
Une petite annonce: MSF and DRC
Shitting myself, but thankfully not literally this time.
Life in Loumbila
Genuine question: how do you make suncream soak in when you're among the top 10 sweatiest things in West Africa? Answers on a postcard. We've been back in Loumbila for a week now, getting to know the place and trying to work out what we're meant to be doing. I'll see if the internet will... Continue Reading →
Bugs and Brakina
My first thought on arriving in Loumbila was that I had seriously underestimated the African insect situation. It was midnight, and after a four hour delay at the airport, three lost bags, and an hour's drive we had arrived for our in-county training. Mercifully, I realised that our Burkinabé teammates were also surprised by the... Continue Reading →
Confession: I've spent today sat next to a suitcase questioning my life choices. Mostly, I'm wondering if 28 is too young to be having a midlife crisis. Then I wondered... am I having a midwife crisis? And having cheered myself up with that pun, I decided to get on with life. You know when people tell you to... Continue Reading →