I refuse

It’s time, it’s time… I can almost hear the sounds and smell the smells that arriving in Sierra Leone tomorrow will bring! There’s so much to be make me go, ‘eeeeek and aaaaaagh’ but actually I’m REALLY excited! God called me to this place after all so He’s not gonna up sticks now and leave me… is He?? That’s not my God. I feel like I’ve learnt lots about how utterly full of love He is these last couple of years and can’t wait to see what He’s going to do next to blow my mind some more ;) It’s a few years since I was in Sierra Leone but I am sooooooo looking forward to landing in this beautiful nation that has so much to be bitter about, yet seems to be filled with huge smiles and warm hearts… it kinda makes me dance inside! So as from Tuesday, I’ll be the Ward Supervisor again on the Africa Mercy – the world’s largest non governmental Hospital Ship… whoop whoop.

Of course there’s SO much I don’t want to say goodbye to as well… but as I watched a documentary a couple of weeks ago about women giving birth in Chad and saw how little they had, it made my heart ache. So many women there are dying simply because they have no access to healthcare or even when they do, the right drugs aren’t available...  the same story is echoed throughout too much of the world. It really made me think and shift my head from feeling sad to leave my cosy life to feeling a desperate, ‘I have to! How dare I not???!’… so it’s with relative ease that I can say goodbye – knowing that I am more than blessed by so many good things, but that my skills can be used elsewhere for now…

There’s challenges ahead – some big ones. Never think living and working in a Christian community somehow makes you exempt from life’s frustrations – it doesn’t! I want to be part of a team that abandons selfish desire and everything else that gets in the way of God’s incredible power at work and together come to a place where we see more of how BIG God is. I’m pretty sure He says nothing is impossible with Him, right? I wanna see that! So pray for me please… my heart is that all we do in caring for patients and for each other will be infused and full to bursting with love and would love if you could pray for that.

Thanks everso everso and PLEASE keep in touch! It means the world to me!

Love you forever, KWW xxxx.

Plans afoot

 "Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive'' Howard Thurman
 It's not going to take you long to realise what this email is about is it? Well... I am writing to let you know that Africa is calling me back. My heart is broken for the precious people there who need some love pouring into them. I know, I know, there's precious people who need love pouring into them here too - but this is what God has put on my heart ;) It makes me weep and skip for joy at the same time - the goodbyes make me anxious already. At the same time, my heart feels so full of joy at the abundance of goodness I see in my own life that it is fit to burst with a love and compassion for the people of West Africa and I just have to go. 

So I am soon to finish working as a nurse in Exeter - 31st March in fact. It has been a great place to refuel and reconnect but now it's time to go again. I'll be working from home initially for 'Willing and Abel' through the Vodafone World of Difference programme - they fund people to work for a charity for 2 months. Willing and Abel is the charity who I did the whole Regina thing with and I'm sooooo excited to be working with them. I also hope to do a follow up visit to Ghana to see how Regina is getting on whilst working with them. I've also just started the Diploma in Tropical Nursing at London's school of Tropical Medicine which is SO fascinating! Once it finishes in July, I will be heading back to work with Mercy Ships in early August - I will go for at least a year and may be longer - who knows! The ship will be in Sierra Leone until the end of the year and then I'm not sure where next...

I am THRILLED... I felt so bereft when I left before and never realised that I would get to go back. Looking back, I can see that this was a very necessary pit stop, but I didn't realise it at the time. I feel like God has healed so much in my own heart and shown me such goodness, I am ready to go and be part of Him healing lives inside and out again. If you don't know Mercy Ships, ask me... or visit www.mercyships.org . There's also a great little recent mercy ships video on You tube that says it all here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3pVMjBUUvA&feature=player_embedded#at=108  

SO..... MONEY.... I hate to mention it... but if you in any way feel able to support this venture either as a one off or as a monthly contribution, then I would be exceedingly grateful. As you may remember, Mercy Ships is a voluntary organisation which means not only do I not get paid, but I also have to pay for the privilege of working as well as paying for flights to get there. Last time I had a few people sponsor me £5-50 a month and I always had enough so I am hoping something similar will work out. If you think you might be able to help then please could you let me know soon-ish and I can send the relevant gift aid forms to you, so I get more for every donation. Finance is just the boring bit... if you can support me in prayer or sending a cheery email now and then, that would be AMAZING! Keeping in touch with home really was a life source for me and I know it will be again!

If you're receiving this, it's because you're someone who means a lot to me - someone who has cheered me on, supported me and encouraged me in all sorts of different ways. So thank you for all your support in the journey so far. How incredibly humbling to know that God has weaved our lives together... I truly feel so thankful for each one of you. 

I look forward to hearing more of what God is doing in your life and to sharing more of what He is doing in mine too... I only want the abundantly more than I can ask or imagine (Eph 3:20) and pray that for you too... may He blow your mind again and again,


love forever, K xxx

Immeasureably more

This is a story of love. God’s love for Kirstie Randall. It’s only a snippet of the journey, but it’s been so incredible, I feel like I have to write it down. 

A couple of years back, I was waltzing along thinking everything was tippety top… verging on the prideful perhaps… and that’s precisely when I fell. I found myself tumbling down a deep and dark pit… full of ugly temptation that wanted to separate me from God. I could never imagine life without God… but I had become so dry from so much giving out and not enough pouring in, that my spirit no longer had the drive or passion or umph to even communicate with God. Following Him seemed so hard and quite frankly, unfair. Surely... oh surely, God would give me what I wanted and what I thought He wanted too. But no husband ever came. It fed my insecurities and gave life to the lies… ‘I’m not good enough’. And so I lived my life. Carefully negotiating and subconsciously avoiding any potential relationship; much easier to keep myself from potential rejection than to take the risk of finding love. And so the enemy carried on, weaving a web of lies and ugly destruction. I have honestly never felt so low in the last couple of years. And never felt so sad inside… never felt so utterly empty and alone… and as I left the ship, never felt such grief and loss of people and experiences so much… never so tired of my own pretence that, ‘everything was ok’ to the faces of people I loved. But what else could I do? To share seemed to equate with admitting defeat. I didn’t want to do that. My God of love was calling – and even though I could hear Him, I just couldn’t muster up the energy to climb out of the pit of rebellion and chose to stay there. I felt like I had no purpose, no passion, no energy… it was an ugly despair. But my God of love kept calling. And I decided, I guess… that it must be the only way.

You’d have thought such disregard for God, such disobedience, such denial, such arrogance and eyes taken off God to the lesser Gods, such longing for the instant satisfiers, you would have thought it would be a one way ticket, a point of no return, a smack in the face… a sentence to the pit of Hell forever. But no, not my God of mercy who is full of grace. Not my God who goes to the ends of the earth to tell His story. Nope, instead he turned it all around and upside down. He took me to the hidden pain and healed it, He took me to the deeply entrenched lies I had learned through life and destroyed them, He took me from the pit of despair and breathed life into me. He breathed LIFE into me! My little shattered, squashed, wounded, fragile spirit was made whole again and I began to find joy once more. That’s how it is with God you see, He turns things upside down and inside out.

Ephesians 3 :20-21 Now to Him Who, by (in consequence of) the [action of His] power that is at work within us, is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly, far over and above all that we [dare] ask or think [infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, or dreams]-- To Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations forever and ever. Amen (so be it).

And now my heart is so full of thanks and praise… it fuels a passion to be His voice of love like never before. My heart has a new compassion, my eyes are learning to see people and circumstance, and even myself, through the eyes of the one who sees it all – who doesn’t see the sin, but the acts of brokenness… and who doesn’t come to condemn but to restore and redeem. How incredible is that!! God, you are simply beautiful. And as if that isn’t enough, He blesses me – totally, abundantly more than I could ask or imagine. There’s lots of parts of the journey that I feel like are incomplete – but I wait less and less anxiously, as I fix my eyes on my God who will always do superabundantly more than I ask or imagine. God of the impossible I trust you with all that I am and all that I will be.

But there’s a hitch. Did you notice in that verse it says. ‘…superabundantly more… according to the power at work in us’. I feel like the power is at work in me more now  - but at one point it really wasn’t and I’m pretty sure that’s why I wasn’t seeing the ‘abundantly more’. At work I have seen some patients miraculously get better, on the streets I have prayed for people whose lives I just know God is in the process of invading… I can feel the power rising up in me. I know that getting rid of those lies and confessing where I’d messed up and being filled with more truth has made way for a new wave of God’s power in my life and I am excited and expectant for what’s next.

You see, what the enemy meant for evil, God has taken and is using as a weapon for His Glory – where I was SO dry, I feel SO alive!

There’s all sorts of dreams in my heart right now… all sorts of wonderings and ifs and buts. But I know I have to be faithful with what God has put in my hands for now. So as I look to the miracle of Regina, I am simply in awe. What an incredible story of love and mercy. He goes to the ends of the earth to show His extravagant love doesn’t He? Awesome. It brings me to tears and sends shivers down my spine, because it is exactly what He has done for me. I love you God… I love you so much.

So to God be the glory. Wherever you may be at… may God go to your depths, clean you out, heal your pain, make you new, fan your flames and fill your life with purpose… with love always, kww xx

Are we nearly there yet?

Are we nearly there yet?

I’m not sure if I’m the biggest fan of long journeys! I’m saying that because I feel like I’ve been on a long journey this past year. It’s been one of realising what I’ve been holding onto and realising that it wasn’t always God. And I keep thinking, ‘are we nearly there yet?’… any more surrendering to do? Or more rough edges to file off? Can we be done with it now??!! Can’t we just get there. Can’t I just say, ‘I’m yours’ to God and I wait and see all that He has for me and all that He wants me to be. But it doesn’t appear to be as simple as that.

I’ve said it with different tones throughout the year. Earlier in the year came quite a desperate, ‘are we nearly there yet???? Pleeeeeeeeeease?’ Because I didn’t know how much more pain I could take. Saying goodbye to friends, seeing people in physical pain, feeling lonely, desperately wanting to belong and know God’s plan for my life… it was a dry and dark place for a while. It made me realise that my happiness so far had been based on safety. What I really meant when I said I was happy was, ‘I feel safe, I feel accepted and I belong’. But what when all that gets stripped away? Can you still be happy when you don’t feel safe?? Surely???

My time with Mercy Ships was such a privilege. Meeting so many incredible friends and discovering bits of God I didn’t know and showing love to people who were so hungry for it. What a privilege. And having purpose in my daily life, friends… I guess all that added up to me feeling happy and safe. But somehow when my friends were constantly leaving, my safety started to crumble. I found myself a bit ashamed as I realised my happiness was based on all those things. Is that right?? Shouldn’t I be ‘content in all circumstances’? But that’s a bit of a high calling, isn’t it God?? And it’s then that I kept asking so desperately, ‘are we nearly there yet?’ – and crying from the bottom of my heart, ‘when can it all be safe again?’. That’s what I really meant, ‘when can it all be safe again?’.

So there’s been ups and downs this last year. Places so dark I really never want to see them again. And I’m not saying I’ve got it sussed or anything but I feel like I’m arriving at a place where I’m more focused on my destiny than my journey. Any journey doesn’t seem so bad if you know you’re on your way to somewhere beautiful, right? Even if there’s crazy traffic or a detour or thunder and lightening that slows you down… I’ll always be happy if I’m on my way to see a precious friend. And that’s the way I want it to be with life. So happy and excited about the place I am going that the journey doesn’t seem such a bother. And I’m not saying there aren’t beautiful places on the journey too!!! – and I don’t want to miss out on the journey either – because of course it’s the whole journey that shapes who we are. I just mean the ups and downs won’t be my focus, because I’m fixed on where I’m going.

When I’m pondering what makes me truly happy, God give me the grace, strength and bold faith to keep my eyes fixed on my destiny and not the things that fall away. My safety is in you, my unchangeable God.

It’s a challenge right now as I set up a new home/life. I don’t want to get too caught up on the intricacies of the journey… like whether the plates match or if I’m wearing the latest piece of fashion. I’m not saying I don’t care about those things… I just don’t want to take my eyes off my destiny again. I guess there’ll be times when I succeed with that and times when I don’t. But I really hope I’ll come back quicker to focusing on my destiny and not everything else and poor old me.

Are we nearly there yet??? Not sure… but I’m excited to do my journey with you. What makes you feel happy? The kind of journey you’re on or because you know the destiny you’re heading for?

Praying you know God’s incredible love for you and extravagantly beautiful plans for your life.

KWW

2 corinthians 5 Sometimes we can hardly wait to move—and so we cry out in frustration. Compared to what's coming, living conditions around here seem like a stopover in an unfurnished shack, and we're tired of it! We've been given a glimpse of the real thing, our true home, our resurrection bodies! The Spirit of God whets our appetite by giving us a taste of what's ahead. He puts a little of heaven in our hearts so that we'll never settle for less.

 ^6-8That's why we live with such good cheer. You won't see us drooping our heads or dragging our feet! Cramped conditions here don't get us down. They only remind us of the spacious living conditions ahead. It's what we trust in but don't yet see that keeps us going. Do you suppose a few ruts in the road or rocks in the path are going to stop us? When the time comes, we'll be plenty ready to exchange exile for homecoming.
 ^9-10But neither exile nor homecoming is the main thing. Cheerfully pleasing God is the main thing, and that's what we aim to do, regardless of our conditions. Sooner or later we'll all have to face God, regardless of our conditions. We will appear before Christ and take what's coming to us as a result of our actions, either good or bad.
 ^11-14That keeps us vigilant, you can be sure. It's no light thing to know that we'll all one day stand in that place of Judgment.

The final countdown

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that I’m now in the final countdown… I’m leaving Mercy Ships in a week. I can’t believe it!

So just to bring you up to date… I had a great few months at home over Christmas. I caught up with lots of different friends from different bits of my life and it was just so nice! Whilst I was at home though I had a constant nagging in me and I knew that it was time to decide whether or not to have a break from Mercy Ships. I have finally given in and am due to leave on 19th April. It feels so right to come home but it’s also so hard to say goodbye. Thank you to all who have so generously supported me since I left my job in July 2005 (crazy how time flies!). I simply could not have been part of the amazing things God does through Mercy Ships without you. I feel privileged to have been able to show love to so many people who have so little. Whilst I know I need a break, I also know that this isn’t the end of me doing stuff like this. My heart comes alive here, and as I was at our surgical screening a few weeks ago and saw the thousands of people lining up for a consultation in the hope of getting an appointment for surgery, my heart was wrenched once again and my eyes filled with tears in the face of such overwhelming need. I really hope as I come home I will never forget this.

It’s been a busy few months since coming back in January. The ward is fuller than ever and we’re doing more surgeries than we have done before. At the moment we’re doing orthopaedic, maxilla facial, ophthalmic, gynaecological, general and plastic surgeries. It’s exciting to see – though on tired days I am challenged as I wonder whether it is all about numbers of surgeries or whether we should be focusing more on the relationships we are building with people here. There needs to be a balance of course, but I can’t help wishing sometimes that everything would slow down… it makes me sad that the pressures of proving our efficiency to large donors translates as having less time for people. I know God can still work of course and I know this side of Heaven life is never going to be perfect, but please pray that God will always be at the centre of all that goes on here. ‘…one thing I ask, is that your light in me, would shine ever brighter…’ song by Mia Fieldes. I hope I never forget this.

I had a great weekend just gone with a couple of precious friends – we took a 9 hour bus ride (which actually took 12 hours with a few minor breakdowns) to the north of Benin to Pendjari National Park. We got to see Elephants, Baboons, Hippos, Monkeys, Antelopes… and lots more… it was really fun! We stayed in a little hut which was part of a hotel, but was in the middle of nowhere and it was just so beautiful! The sky was pickled with stars, the mango trees completely laden with fruit and the fresh gentle breeze – oh, such a nice escape from the ship! Today (Easter Sunday) I took a boat ride through the mangroves and found myself in a little taste of paradise! Through the mangroves, I found myself on a lagoon where a Belgian couple have set up business, complete with decking, canoes, a little sailing boat and yummy food. It was just so nice to enjoy the peace and hear birds sing and see flowers! Stuff like that speaks loudly to me of who God is. Africa…such beauty… I hope I never forget.

So what next? I’m going to be doing a 9 week course with a Christian organisation in Lancaster from May-July and after that I don’t really know! I’d like to work back at the RD&E but it’s early days yet so I don’t have any plans, only ideas. Sometimes I wonder how I get myself in these positions – I’m kind of nervous to go somewhere new again but I really do know God has plans for me during the course too. I am looking forward to being ‘fed’ spiritually and having time to re-fuel... and trying to remember that God is strong when I am weak… brave when I am not (I hope I never forget) – (another Mia Fieldes song!).

Well, I look forward to catching up with you again soon. I guess there’ll be a break (an even longer one!) in the stories of ‘nursiekirstie’ for a while but I know here will be more in the future. For now it’s goodbye to the warmth of West Africa, goodbye to the puzzled faces of little kids as they try to scratch the freckles off my arms, goodbye to the zillions of mango stones littering the streets (and back to gum instead), goodbye to a place that I thought I was coming to serve in and then found out that it was as much about my personal journey as about me serving others (God is always so upside down isn’t he), goodbye to the tear jerking sight of the VVF ladies singing down the hospital corridor as they begin their dress ceremony to celebrate their successful surgery, goodbye to the precious smile of a mum looking down at her baby with a newly fixed cleft lip… and goodbye to many, many beautiful friends from all around the world. Ow – it hurts so much… but it’s ok!

‘Life is meant to be an adventure. When we cease to reach out and stretch ourselves, something in us dies’. It’s a quote that inspired me to be brave and come here and it’s a quote that will continue to challenge me to seek more of God’s plans for my life... I know there’s nothing better.

Bye for now, love always, KWW

Winter slump

Winter slump….

Queen of procrastination… that’s me! I’m back in the Liberia winter slump when it rains most days and I faff around all day and don’t end up accomplishing too much!  I manage to somehow let each weekend slip by and before I know it, 3 months has gone by without writing as much as a teeny snippet! Sorry for that… I still love you!

Totally blessed…

I had a great birthday on board back in June, full of lots of love and reminders of amazing people in my life. It was raining (of course) so after cake, a few of us jumped around in the puddles outside and made rain angels! It was great fun! I also had a sneaky visit home for 2 weeks in July to fit in a few cuddles with the little people in my life and to wish Mum and Dad a Happy 40^th wedding Anniversary. It was too short but great to have a bit of time out. So to all of you who I continue to miss so much, I am soooo looking forward to coming home in October for 3 months. I already have a few adventures planned to catch up with friends I haven’t seen in far too long and look forward to making more! Then I’ll re-join the ship in Tenerife in mid January, before sailing to Benin where we’ll be for 2009. Benin is French speaking and home of Voodoo so I’m looking forward to new challenges ahead…

Surrender…

 I’m in a constant whirl of saying goodbye to precious friends in this place. It was doing my head in a few weeks ago, and still does if I’m honest. It’s incredibly draining living in a world where your friends come and go so quickly. I’m happy here for a time longer but for the first time in a while, I realised that living here is taking its toll and I look forward to a time of more stability with relationships at some point. It’s pretty painful with weekly goodbyes… one of our first questions when we meet someone is, ‘.. and how long will you be staying?’ if the answer is any less than a couple of months then the conversation tends to dwindle! It’s too draining to get involved in relationships that are so short. It’s bringing me to a place where I feel God wants me to totally surrender everything I have… and that hurts. Yet I know deep in my heart that if I give up my ‘right’ to have stable, cosy friendships, God will surely reveal even more of His goodness to me. If I don’t, it’s like I’m holding something back. But it’s a journey and I‘ve certainly not made it to a place of total surrender just yet…

Pure joy…

That’s what I felt last week as I drove out to a newly built orphanage. The orphanage I have been visiting for the last year and bit has been struggling to find the cash to pay for their rent for a while now. That’s why a couple of friends of mine were inspired and called to do something pretty amazing. They gave up living on this cosy ship and decided to go to the extreme – to build the orphanage a place of heir own. It’s been great watching the buildings go up and to imagine it full of squealing children! So last week we packed the land rovers full of excitable children, together with all their belongings and set on our way. As we approached their new home (it’s about 45 minutes drive away) they were singing, ‘Hellooooooo, we are coming…. Hellooooooo, we are coming’ and it got louder and louder… and more and more joyful the nearer we got until it was ringing in my ears and I honestly thought my ear drums might burst!! The days I go to the Orphanage to play, have my hair braided, body clamboured over and come back home feeling sticky with sweat are always my more fulfilling Saturdays!

It’s also been a joyful time on the ward these last few weeks too. We’ve been operating on ladies with VVF (problems sustained during prolonged labour due to the lack of medical help available and the baby usually ends up dying and the mother is left incontinent). Often when we do this kind of surgery it can be a heavy time emotionally because surgery is not always able to offer total healing and the ladies can go home feeling very disappointed. However, this time most of our ladies have gone home ‘dry’ and healed and the atmosphere has been full of lots of joy… I’m so thankful to God and thank you for your prayers for them.

Desperate…

So, I‘m just looking out of my window and can see this guy hanging off the jetty opposite with barely any part of any limb attached to keep him from falling and he’s sawing off a piece of metal that he’ll presumably be selling for cash sometime later this afternoon. Talk about desperate. I thought I’d seen desperate, but this is another sight that forces me to look at myself in my cosy cabin with my lap top on my knees… something’s not right. What is it that seems so ok to live a life that is half hearted in terms of being radical, meanwhile someone a few metres away is struggling to even feed his belly for the day? I’m convinced God has called us to live radical lives that are sold out for Him but somehow compromise seeps in so easily. I’m preaching to myself by the way… Live simply so others may simply live… it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately and know I’m going to be challenged with once again during my trip home.

Well, I think that’s all for now, enjoy the new pictures too… see you very soon. Bucket loads of love, KWW

Chocolate City

So where did you spend your Friday? Chocolate City and Chicken Soup Factory, that’s where I spent mine. I was checking out some accommodation for some of our patients who come from far away and need a few nights stop over before admission/after discharge to the ward and there’s a couple of women’s centres in these neighbourhoods that we thought might help us out. Chocolate City because when the rain comes the mud looks like chocolate of course and Chicken Soup Factory because there used to be a Chicken Soup Factory there. Nowt wrong with that, hey!

I tell you what, I’m really happy right now! There haven’t been any crazy antics here for a while and everything is settling into a nice steady pace. I’m thankful for great team mates who make it all work and for sunny Saturdays and cosy lie ins! This morning I dozed until 10am, then went up to our swimming pool on deck 8 (aka a giant paddling pool) and swam around in circles for half an hour before half dozing on deck. I catch myself at times like this and realise what a bizarre life I am leading.  Swimming around in circles on a very noisy deck surrounded by containers and a couple of cranes, lazing in a dusty plastic chair, looking out at some locals slowly dismantling the remains of a crane on the jetty opposite, so they can sell the scrap for some cash. I have watched them dismantling this for over a year now and I’m wondering how much steel there can be left. It’s a lengthy process which carries on throughout the sun scorched days. I can only imagine the relief of sinking into the cool (but dirty) sea water when there’s eventually enough to lower down and swim with it back to shore. I dragged myself out of the half-doze and went back to my cabin and to find a note with random question no.2347. One of the patients needed some help to book a flight to Senegal. So I made a call and had some semi-understood/semi-confused conversation over the phone in a mixture of French and Liberian English in an attempt to make some arrangements. He can’t fly until next Friday… I think… at least, I hope. My work days are full of half understood conversations and random questions that I have to make up answers to. Sssh, don’t tell anyone! Then back I went to sit in my cabin and check a few emails. It’s so chilly today that I am snuggled under my duvet as I write. This is Africa…. is it? Not really, it’s the crazy in-between world known as Mercy Ships and I love it.

There’s been plenty of beautiful patient stories lately and I’m reminded that the ordinary here is really pretty extraordinary. There’s so many stories that cause the tears to well within my eyes – none of them hit the BBC headlines but they’re certainly more uplifting than most of the headlines I get around to read -  Alimou from Guinea is one of the obvious specials. He’s 22 years old and had an 8 year history of a gigantic tumour growing in his mouth. 22 years minus 8 equals 14. So that’s pretty much all of his adult life that he’s had this tumour growing. The stench of the fungating wound that arrived with him was beyond imagination. Sorry if that sounds harsh but it’s true. After a few hours I couldn’t smell it any longer but could instead taste it in the back of my throat. The translators commented on our ability to not react to the smell. It’s interesting the ways in which God speaks and I’m pretty sure that’s one of them. The things that were left unsaid, the showing of love and acceptance despite physical grossness – something Alimou had not felt or received in years – spoke much more loudly than any words ever could. Anyhow, he had his 3kg tumour removed from his mouth and is now smiling from ear to ear on the ward. How our surgeons, Dr Gary Parker and Dr Mark Shrime, put their incredible skills into action every day, I’ll never know. They are beautiful artists at work and I love looking at the results of their work as they look on in complete humility like they didn’t even do anything that special. Pretty cool.

So there’s a little snippet of life from me. We’re revving up for another full on rainy season. The skies are already lit up at night with fantastic lightening shows and the rain is slowly getting heavier and more frequent. I’m preparing to be confined for the next few months, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel… I’m so excited as I begin making plans for a 3 month break from mid October to mid January. Having been away for almost 3 years, I am longing to have more than, ‘fine, fine’ conversations and spend some proper time with friends. I am hoping to catch some snow so that’ll involve a holiday I hope…. really can’t wait to switch off and do ‘normal’ life for a bit. I’ll be in touch with plans, if you’re around I’d LOVE to see you. I’ll then be coming back for another year (or so - don’t tell my mum). We’ll be spending the next year in Benin, just a few countries further down the coast so I’m looking forward to that.

‘Life is meant to be an adventure. When we cease to reach out and stretch ourselves, something in us dies.’ David Adam

All for now, much love as always, KWW xx