“I cannot remember life before my blindness” 17 year old Frank confessed, as he tried to recall how the world around him used to look before his cataracts developed at the age of six. Continue reading “Meet Frank…”
“When I get home, I think my man is going to ask me to marry him…and I’m going to say yes!” Continue reading “Jacqueline’s Happily Ever After”
It was a sunny, relaxed afternoon in the village. The air was thick with heat as one-month-old Maeva slept peacefully in her crib. The curtains were dancing in the breeze, and her family was resting in the shade outside their house. Continue reading “Maeva’s new shoes”
High up Mount Manengouba in Cameroon, through rocky terrain and lush foliage, lies the beautiful village of Bororos. The journey to Bororos consists of a steep, uphill horse ride surrounded by craggy rocks with only wildlife for company. But two little girls, sisters Salamatou and Mariama, had never left their village high in the hills of Cameroon because of their twisted legs. Continue reading “Overcoming their mountain: Salamatou and Mariama”
Sitting in a makeshift classroom in the back of her house, nine year old Monique waits in darkness, listening intently to the sound of her Grandmother’s voice going over the day’s lesson. She is homeschooled, and has been for the past 3 years due to cataracts that became so severe, the blindness caused her to withdraw from public school. Continue reading “The courage within: Monique’s story”
So many people tell me that I have one of the best jobs on the ship, the job that gets to see a little bit of everything. What they don’t see are the harsh realities that come alongside it – the pain behind the glamour. Continue reading “‘All that glitters is not gold’ … Being a writer for Mercy Ships.”
Ernest’s eyes tell of a pain and sorrow beyond his years due to his tumor that has been growing for over a decade. At only 27 years old, Ernest has spent his prime hidden from the world, simply ‘waiting to die’: “I was making everyone uncomfortable” said Ernest, “so I would just stay home in bed all day, alone with my suicidal thoughts.” Continue reading “Hope for Ernest”
Each year Mercy Ships hires local workers to serve in various departments on the ship. This year we have over 260 Cameroonians joining our 400+ crew, who we call ‘day crew’. In Pete’s line of work with the trucks, he works quite closely with a lot of these day crew and we have become quite close to them over the past 6 months. With my Dad visiting the ship, they were really keen for him to meet their families and see their homes – so this Sunday we thought it would be nice to visit, just briefly. Except here in Cameroon, I don’t think they have the word ‘briefly’. We left the ship at 1:30pm thinking we’d be gone for a few hours. Eight hours later we hobbled up the gangway exhausted, filled to the brim and wonderfully happy.
Let me tell you about our African afternoon… Continue reading “Our African afternoon adventure”
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” 12 year old Ulrich was asked.
“I want to be tall like my friends”. Continue reading “Stand Tall”