A couple of years ago, we sold everything, left our comfy Pretoria lives and uprooted our family to move to Angola. At the time, my husband, Duncan, was working for an NGO that had offices in Benguela, and when the opportunity arose for us to relocate, we jumped at the idea of an African adventure… a simple, feet-in-the-mud, beachy sunsets, interesting food, new languages kind of adventure. Duncan had spent a few years doing the Pretoria-Joburg commute, and after our eldest, Luke, was born, we realised how little time we actually spent together as a family. We felt a change coming.
When we moved to Benguela, I was 20 weeks pregnant, and Luke was 2 years old, a toddler. Moving to a malaria area while pregnant presented a few challenges,…
