The joys and challenges of ministry in Sierra Leone

On 1 February 2013 Freetown became my home. The place is an attack on the senses - the 4am Muslim call to prayer blasting out; sweat running down me with the heat/humidity; the vibrant colours of African clothing; crazy drivers; traders calling out their wares; poverty everywhere; the smell of African cooking; shouts of ‘white man’ everywhere I move (I’m a white woman!); celebrations when electricity comes on; and the buzzing of that one mosquito that masters my defences!