Payment on delivery

Picture this scene: in the delivery room of a Botswana hospital, a woman howls with the pain of childbirth and her midwife becomes increasingly bothered that she is disturbing the other patients. Whatever tension there is in this exchange — a woman suffering labour without drugs, an underpaid, overstretched health worker having a bad day — it is transformed by the fact that the nurse is African, the mother-to-be British. ‘White women,’ the midwife huffs in annoyance and, in the process, identifies the dilemma at the heart of this book.

There is a strong tradition of European women writing about their experiences in Africa. What attracts them? The call of the primordial, the seductive tugging of some half-perceived genetic memory? For Isak Dinesen, it was the freedom, the expanse, and then the farm. For Elspeth Huxley, it was the wildness. Caitlin Davies arrived in Botswana, by her own admission, because that was where her boyfriend lived.