Bolobo, Congo
Bolobo has been in my consciousness since Primary School days. My Mum's cousin, Jack, was a surgeon missionary there from 1948 to 1961 and he featured regularly in family evening prayers. Jack's time in Bolobo was the reason for this journey, but until I jumped off the boat yesterday I was by no means certain that it would actually happen.
New ward blocks were built after Jack left and on yesterday's evidence they are less crowded than some photos I have seen fr...