June had crept in, announcing that it was mid-way through 2018. Eventually, I will have to go back to my reality of doing what I love. But I am still trying to figure out what I will do after this accident.
I am praying to God that he shows me where I am supposed to be and what I should be doing next. And when that is revealed, I hope I will be ready to accept and take on the challenge.
For now, I hope you enjoy to read how I felt about my life as a humanitarian worker while I was recovering from my injuries.
I’m officially jobless and at the moment disabled. So you can say I have time on my hands, so I am going to update my blog site.
Actually, I still have work to finish from my last mission, but I am happy to finally break-free from the so-called “cursed” mission and will start fresh as a consultant. I am not at liberty to talk about the mission itself (this being a public platform) nor of the people I worked with. But the reason some of us called it a cursed mission was because of the stings of misfortune it had during the year and of course my unfortunate accident in the place that I had misgivings to move from the moment it was offered to me.
In fact, the moved to Tunisia made me realized how badly my position and myself was disregarded but I forged ahead because more than…
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