My Friend, My Role Model: Spring Gombe
And why representation matters a lot more than you think

I’ve been on the road for the last few weeks and it’s been hard keeping a work life balance. My last in a long list of travels for the year, was to the World Health Summit that took place in Berlin, Germany over the last few days.
On Sunday night, I felt weary. A couple of days earlier, I’d just stepped off an airplane from a weeklong trip to East Africa. I was exhausted. I wondered if I wasn’t pushing my body too far by boarding a flight to Berlin the very next day at 6am, when I came across a tweet about the World Health Summit.
Right in front of me was a photo of Spring Gombe, a woman I have always admired. She was moderating the opening ceremony of the event which featured the Director General of the World Health Organisation, Dr Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus as well as the Chancellor of Germany. From that minute, I knew I had to go.
When I arrived at the venue on Monday morning, there was a large screen featuring the same photo I had seen on twitter the night before. Spring was smiling up from it – that same energy, passion and drive in her eyes. She was regal and majestic in a beautiful pink tunic. Her eyes as always alert, full of wisdom and kindness.
I immediately felt welcome, valued. Along with Spring, there were many other Black women at the event. I knew that I had made the right decision to come. I felt at ease, my mind was open to learning, to socializing. I knew that I wouldn’t be among the few or the only Black person in the room. I was going to be okay.
Spring is a brilliant public health expert. She hails from Kenya and is an encyclopedia on what works and what doesn’t work in public health. I was fortunate to meet with Spring for lunch before the pandemic. It was one of those meetings where you wish you could just stop the clock; we could have talked all afternoon.
As we sat there by Lake Geneva and shared our experiences as Black women working in global health, I knew that I had found a trusted friend and a tireless supporter. We had so much in common, so many similar experiences.
I was a tad bit jealous – and I say this jokingly, because Spring speaks more languages than me. Along with English, French and Swahili, she masters the language of Goethe more than most Germans I know. And I’m sure she masters other languages too. I was and still am fascinated by her: she is incredibly talented, she is brilliant, she is one of my role models.
We met for breakfast this morning, and again the clock was moving way too fast. We caught up on each other’s lives, it was as though we had just seen each other the day before.
We spoke about our children and about our need to build a future where their lives matter. We spoke about the future of our continent – Africa – our dreams, our aspirations, our ambitions and what we want to make sure happens on our beloved continent in our lifetimes.
I said goodbye to Spring as she was heading off to moderate another session. As we parted, I strongly wished I could turn back the clock to this morning – to the joy and excitement I felt at spending an hour with her in her extremely busy schedule.
I don’t think she realized when we said goodbye to each other, how much she had inspired and energized me over the last couple of days as she always does. As she walked away, majestic, regal, determined, gentle and kind, I promised myself that I won’t let much time pass by before I saw her again.
What’s the point of my story?
Representation matters folks, it is absolutely critical. As a Black woman, I need to see other Black women in roles and positions that inspire, drive and motivate me. It’s important for me and it’s important for millions of Black women and girls around the world.
Thank you for reading my perspective.




