ny_france_2016079Rushing motorbikes and people with hospitable hearts. Benin is where I fell pregnant and where my little man grew inside me. It is where I first saw Lions in the wild and where I made some very good friends. It is where I learnt to let go of the responsibility and importance of my role and learnt to pay more attention to the kicking in my stomach and the singing in the breeze. It is where church became a beach and where I lost my voice.
Below are some of the stories that came from 10 months in Benin.

Last One Standing
Compassion in the Bowels
Nurses of Benin