Pemba Pennings

<p class=ql-align-center><strong>'Dear Ma I hope you are sitting down. I am on my way to Mozambique.'</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(130 169 161 1)>From</span> the verdant valleys of Devon well-meaning church and middle class motherhood to the dusty African bush scorpions overwhelming joy rats prison and supernatural encounters.</p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(130 169 161 1)>Desperate </span>to know if stories about a love that heals bodies and transforms communities are real Hazel sets out </p><p class=ql-align-center>to see for herself. Plunged into wild terrain with comfort zones a distant memory a deep unravelling begins. </p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(130 169 161 1)>Yearning </span>for any familiar landmark she grasps pen and paper and starts to write.</p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(130 169 161 1)>When</span> Heidi Baker the extraordinary woman at the centre of it all challenges Hazel to share her story she accepts.</p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(130 169 161 1)>And now</span> you can read her letters.</p><p><br></p>