Blogs & Stories

I have been living in this village for almost 7 months now, but I am not even close to mastering the local Chichewa language. My vocabulary is very limited, I only know how to say thank you, ask the patients about their complaints or how to...

A woman of around twenty years old wearing a black dress and shabby flowerish chitenje is in the consultation room. A baby is sleeping on her lap. She hands me a small orange book with a torn cover. Unlike in Indonesia, here in Malawi, patients keep...

13th of June 2012, Wednesday. In Thekerani Health Center. My job teaches me one thing: always expect the unexpected. Just like when I am about to leave the health centre this afternoon. There are couples of women banging at the door, rushing to...

My alarm clock rings and wakes me up. I rub my eyes to keep away the bad dream I had. I look at the watch, it’s 06:30 AM and I realise that I have overslept. It’s Tuesday, the very day that I don’t want to be late. Tuesday is the day for...

Diseases of infection and neglect, as well as violence related wounds are always the main part of our life here in Nasir as a surgeon. Last Friday morning, we heard the rumour that there was gun fight in our neighboring county involving many victims...