MMM Blog

Journeying in Africa

by Sr. Cecily Bourdillon, MMM,   Ireland    07/10/2021

When I hear Sister Justina Odunukwe's name I think of an unforgettable journey in 1973. Sister Justina is now the Area Leader of West Africa.

At the time, I was stationed in Ikot Ene in southeastern Nigeria; the MMMs had established the rural hospital there in 1959. Though only 12 miles from Calabar, Ikot Ene was remote, for to reach it there was a river to cross in a canoe or a pontoon for vehicles. The alternative route to Ikot Ene was by road, detouring 40 miles through dense rain forest; a long and tortuous journey. Our nearest MMM neighbours were our community in Anua. To reach Anua we would cross the estuary formed by the Calabar and Cross rivers - an hour's journey in a motor boat but a three-hour extended journey on the large ferry boat that had to navigate through deep waters.

Key Lesson learnt from my ministry or life as a Sister

by Sr. Sheila Campbell MMM,  Ireland   07/10/2021flower in crack

One of the key lessons I have learnt from my ministry as a Sister is to be flexible. Life is constantly changing and I have learnt to weave my way through it, trying to respond as best I can, to the needs of the local people of God and to my community. At times I have struggled with some assignments I have been given. For example, I trained as a nurse, but I do not like hospital nursing! Yet I spent three years as one of only two trained nurses in a rural hospital in Brazil because I knew it was the need at that time. I knew I was in the right place.

Mother Mary and The Laundry

by Sr. Jo Anne Kelly, MMM   07/10/2021MMMLaundry

I like to take an early morning walk and in the bright mornings of spring and summer usually go to the nearby graveyard which is directly opposite Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital and where all MMM sisters who have died in Ireland are buried. The gravediggers had deposited the excess soil down along the side and made a bank of soil. Weeds grew quickly.

Protecting Children

by Sr. Margaret Anne Meyer, MMM   U.S.A.     07/10/2021

back of man with childChildren have always been very precious to me. When I returned from Africa where I had cared for sick children for over thirty years and saw how lovely they are, it surprised me that anyone could even think of molesting them? God seemed to be shining out of their enchanting eyes.

This love of children, perhaps came from the care I gave my younger brother, Albert. I was ten years old when Albert was born, and I cared for him as if he were my own child. We were inseparable and I took him everywhere with me and when I entered the convent at seventeen, he felt abandoned. I did not realize this until later. I loved the family visits and after Profession of First Vows, I went home for ten days before traveling by boat from New York to Ireland. This was in 1958, before jet engines were discovered and it was much cheaper to travel by ship than to fly.

This Journey was Unplanned

by Sr. Prisca Ovat, MMM   07/10/2021

TheJourneyReturning to my first mission, I found myself taking up the responsibility for the palliative clinic. This was a new adventure, and with so much energy, I plunged into work head-on. I never saw what awaited. At first, the activities went on smoothly. Then, the apostolate began to manifest itself through a series of deaths. I witnessed the departure of three patients within one week. As I struggled to come to terms with this painful reality, a young lady in her early forties, who dropped out of school due to her illness, was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. At this point, I lost it. My first reaction was to quit the job.

Disposable or Reusable

By Sr. Noeleen Mooney, MMM, Friday 3rd September 2021 

Walking through any town in Ireland I am struck by the overflowing litter bins, the sticky chewing gum on the cement, not to mention the various hues of plastic bags which still festoon the hedges and ditches in the surrounding countryside.

The Bridge


Sr Sheila Campbell MMM,             Ireland           3rd September 2021

It was quite a narrow bridge. It spanned a deep crevice where a fast-flowing stream jumped and burbled over rocky stones. No room for a car here or any other form of outer shell to protect me. I had to cross on foot, and alone.

Share: USA

Sorry, this website uses features that your browser doesn’t support. Upgrade to a newer version of Firefox, Chrome, Safari, or Edge and you’ll be all set.

We use cookies

We use cookies on our website. Some of them are essential for the operation of the site, while others help us to improve this site and the user experience (tracking cookies). You can decide for yourself whether you want to allow cookies or not. Please note that if you reject them, you may not be able to use all the functionalities of the site.