‘Here is a woman we can relate to, who struggles with issues of confidence; with having to socialise when she just wants solitude; with ever-present death from AIDS, childbirth complications and Ebola. The author emerges as stronger, but changed’ Read More »
‘Well-written in an engaging style, African Pearl is a frank, enlightening account of the author’s experiances working in Uganda. Highly recommeded’ Read More »
‘Pamela’s honesty and vulnerability about her own personal, spiritual journey meant the book was a life-challenging and at times intensely moving story. I would fully recommend this book’ Read More »
‘I would recommend this to anyone who desires to help others around the globe and wants a window into what that may look like’ Read More »
‘This beautiful book is a memoir but reads like a novel. I really felt I was there’ Read More »
‘Despite being of African extraction the author was a muzungu (foreigner) as far as they were concerned’ Read More »
‘thoughtfully, and honestly, written book, which flows well from page to page’ Read More »
Pamela, how long have you been writing and how did you get started?
I’ve been writing creative non-fiction since 2008, but before that I wrote and published some academic articles in public health journals.
African Pearl records personal details of your own journey into discovering and understanding more about your identity – how did you find writing about these things?
I wanted to use Read More »
‘when the corona virus is focusing our thoughts on our own communities, Pamela’s searching questions about our place within community, and where we might find redemption, even in a time of loss, are particularly timely’ Read More »
‘There’s a strange disease killing people in Kikyo,’ Kisembo tells me, a frown spreading across his face. Whenever I go in to pay my bill at his drug shop – the one with a black and white fence a few houses down from Nyahuka Health Centre – if I settle onto a bench and lean my head against the wall, I know I’ll get more than just a receipt. This morning I hadn’t intended to stay.
‘A strange disease? What could it be?’ Crossing my legs, I notice… Read More »