Heart of the Nation: Migration and the Making of the NH at Leicester Museum & Art Gallery displaying until 29 October 2023
It wouldn’t be unusual for the phone to ring at 1 a.m. to tell me that a lady had gone into labour at her home nearby.
This was when I was a midwife-in-training in the early 1960s and the house would usually be about two miles away so I’d have to ride my bicycle to her. I delivered more than a dozen babies at home this way.
I’m an immigrant from Tanzania, and worked within the NHS for around a quarter of a century. I’m proud to have contributed to its 75-year history.
I grew up in Tanga, in a house as one of 12 siblings. Different communities did not mingle with each other and white people did not want to talk to us.
But we were happy, and we had a good childhood. I remember we had a big mango tree and I would jump onto the rooftop of my friend’s house where we’d eat mangoes together.
I didn’t always want to be a nurse. In fact, I left school to help my father running a corner shop.
A representative from the Red Cross was keen for young women from where I lived to go to the UK to train as nurses, so I took up the opportunity.
I arrived at Royal County Surrey Hospital in Guildford where my training started.
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Ismailimail 
Very touching story. Amazing lady. Good role model
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Very interesting sharing her life experiences & knowledge. Lot of struggle had life. Very nice helpful work.
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