Fond memories of life and times of Nyaatha

They say when you are about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. On the October 31, 1930, Sister Irene Stefani, from yet another mission of mercy to those around her, breathed her last in a little wooden house measuring eight by ten metres that she had called home.

Perhaps images of her childhood were what she saw before her fast closing eyes. Perhaps her lasting memory was that of her favourite verse in the Bible. Maybe it was a summary of the destruction left behind by the bubonic plague, which eventually took her life.