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Memoir: Tuesday 17 Mar 2020
A night of fitful slumber Sleep eluded me some nights more than others. This was one of two nights in Angola when I awoke with irrational fears clutching at my heart. My home is far distant; I might get sick; I don’t know what I’m doing; death is just a breath or heartbeat away; I…
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Memoir: Monday 16 Mar 2020
Awakened early by the OM version of “reveille” – a hammer banging on a piece of metal – I joined Joan and Herivaldo for a walk. The damp and chill of the night before had not yet burned off. We were heading for a discipleship meeting in the village…
Welcome to Angola 