About

I’m a kiwi nurse who amongst the dirt, cups of chai, shouts of joy and wailing is learning about myself, God and life as I falteringly love Sudani.

This region has a few labels that are associated with it. Conflict. Political Instability. Underdevelopment. Famine. Maternal and Child Mortality.

But, for me, it now has the label of home. Where I hop out of the car or off the plane and go, “Ah, I’m back”. True, the colour of my skin will always mean that I am a khawaaja. My privileged background, my bank account, my passport, and my education mean I will never be one of them or be fully able to understand what it means to be so. But I am privileged to share a little in their lives. To help deliver their babies. Cry with them when their children die. Sit with them inside their homes. Clap along as they harmonise in the praise of Yesua. Point out whispers of hope.