The “Not How I Planned It” Memoirs

"What should I bring to Africa?" The answer I got to that question at 31 years old was "Whatever makes you feel at home." Having lived in the southern United States, I had no idea what to pack. Once I arrived in Africa, I adjusted quickly to the various places I lived. "Home" became more of a state of mind than a physical location or set of things.

Some of my most unique experiences happened because I said yes to adventuring half-way around the globe:

• waking in the middle of the night to find the house invaded by army ants
• realizing I was the only white person on a very full bus and feeling comfortable with that
• meeting someone at a shop and ending up in their home having breakfast
• spending an afternoon at the Sudanese ambassador's house
• enjoying sheep intestines while thinking it is macaroni

This is but a small fraction of the story, for Sudan was fuller, richer, more changeable, unpredictable, and fascinating than I expected. The people are gracious, forgiving, and hospitable. The tastes, sights, and sounds reflect a vibrant, determined, and joyful richness that overcomes poverty and significant difficulties. I was challenged and encouraged while learning great patience and the value of perseverance. This story bears my immense gratitude, especially to the Sudanese, who have taught me so much.