Full Circle – Moving to Sierra Leone!

In a few weeks, I will be leaving the US and returning to Sierra Leone. When I left 26 years ago, I was a scared girl of 15 who wanted to be a doctor. Not just any doctor, I specifically wanted to be a doctor who would keep women from dying in childbirth.

I vividly remember the stories …

” It is God’s will, he is young. He will marry another woman to care for his motherless child.”

The hushed whispers …

“Don’t worry, he was the firstborn. First born babies die sometimes, that is just the way it is.”

The parables …

“When a woman becomes pregnant, she places the first nail in her coffin.”

At age 10, I was so scared that my mother would die when she went into labor with my little sister, that I snuck into the car. Surely, if I was with her at the hospital, she wouldn’t die, would she?

I left home, determined to become a doctor. I left family, comfort, teenage bliss, and journeyed to the unknown.

As I pack my belongings, my experiences, my dog, and my family, I again journey into the unknown, as I unpack tears of sadness and tears of happiness.

Tears of sadness because again I leave my home to travel to my home.

Tears of happiness because I am realizing that dream, that childhood impossibility – I have become that doctor who will work to keep women from dying in childbirth. That doctor who will work to remove nail after nail from that coffin.

Tears of happiness that this has come full circle and that I am going home to do my life’s work.

 

Why?

Africa! My Africa!

Land of the milky waters and the dark forest

Land that when from apart

My heart would not rest

Land of the thundering lions

Sierra Leone!

I hardly can leave alone

In my wake I compare

In my sleep I draw near

My heart bleeds to come back

To rest in thine dusty bosom

To return to my land, my people

Paradise, home.

 

Home! My home!

Home of the dirty shanty and the mighty castle

Home where education is sometimes a dream

I had to leave thee my heart doth scream

I want not, but my pen doth call

To seek, To find, to study!

In a land where I am alien, I am unworthy

But wait! I am yet to return to the swamp so muddy

To build, To re-build

For I bestow not my fate on anybody

(Fatu Forna, 1992)

4 Comments

  1. Veronica mosley

    You will be missed. Looking forward to seeing Sierra Leone thru your eyes… take care of yourself and your beautiful family!

  2. Lydia Lu

    Thank you so much for sharing this Fatu! I especially love that you shared the poem you wrote many years ago – but so clearly reveals your heart. You have stayed true to your calling, even with the responsibilities of family, and allure of your success – and I admire and appreciate you so much. Makes me wish I had many more TDYs with you to hear more about your heart and dreams – but I’ll keep listening as long as you write! Praise God for equipping you to serve and care for his people back home. I know there will be some difficult days – but God will be with you and strengthen you. Maybe one of these days I can be so fortunate as to work alongside you again! Big prayers for you all as you go!!!

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