Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Arrived Home Safely

As a Kansas girl, I can't help but say it: There's no place like home. Now if I could only wear ruby red slippers, tap my feet and repeat that two times! Instead, it took about 40 hours door-to-door to get from Jos,Nigeria to Fort Collins, Colorado.

I'd write more but I'm not quite ready to reenter regular life. I plan to take my time readjusting, so you might not see another blog post until Monday.

Thanks to everyone who faithfully prayed for my safety. God (and I) will not forget your labor of love.

Cat in My Flat

Most people know that I love dogs, especially puppies. But I don’t pet the dogs in Nigeria because they roam the streets eating trash; I don’t want to get any bad germs from them. The guesthouse compound used to have a German Shepherd named Jack and I only greeted him by name.

It seems that the dog’s been replaced with a cat. I’ve only seen it (him or her—I didn’t check) in the compound and mostly on the stairs that are swept daily and mopped weekly. The other day I opened my front door and the cat darted in. After a number of “here, kitty kitty kitties,” I scooped him up and tossed him out the door. But this morning I took pity and let him in—for just a few minutes. After all, he’s one of God’s creatures and needs a little love.

Wedding Food

No wedding is complete without food and Pastor Esther’s special day was no exception. I’m not sure how early her family started preparing the pot of jollof rice, but I saw it stewing at 7:15 am and we didn’t eat it until after 3 pm. Around 11 am we enjoyed Coca Cola and Kola nuts that the groom gave to the bride’s family. And finally, around 3:30 pm, we ate cake, or what I refer to as “yum yum.”

Big Auntie

Saturday’s wedding between Pastor Esther and Victor is a testament to God’s faithfulness. Widowed for ten years due to her husband’s AIDS’ complications, Pastor Esther (a counselor and discipleship teacher at the Faith Alive Clinic) found another chance at love. Nobody has to tell me that they’re right for each other—I can see it in their eyes. Actually, I see the way that Victor looks at his bride. It reminds me of how my husband looked at me during our honeymoon stage.

They honored me by inviting me to be a “Big Auntie.” That means that I wore the bride’s green and gold family fabric (versus the green and purple Faith Alive fabric) and a massive headgear. I also spent the day with Pastor Esther, the “amaria,” from 7:15 am until 4:30 pm. The day started with dressing the bride and progressed to watching the bride’s senior brother accept the dowry of food, wrappers (fabric), money, palm oil and kola nuts. This was followed by a “church” wedding inside the Faith Alive Clinic and led to the reception at the new Faith Alive building’s courtyard.

Here’s to many blessings for the bride and groom!

(Photos are of me with the groom, and the bride and groom in traditional wedding attire.)


One thing that Dr. Chris Isichei, Founder and Coordinator of the Faith Alive Clinic, is most excited about this summer is the beginning of a mentoring class. He’s been leading a group of eight people (six men and two women) during weekly sessions. Topics include writing your ideal eulogy and life mission statement and setting smart goals. But unlike other trainings, Dr. Chris encourages people to set unrealistic goals. That way, only God can take the credit when you succeed.

This week we separated into small groups. We took turns sharing one of our goals with other people playing an angel, a devil and God. For example, I said that my goal is to publish my book before twelve months are through. God and the angel encouraged me by saying all things are possible, my grace is sufficient for you, you can do it, etc. The devil told me lies—I don’t know enough about Africa, I can’t do it, I should play and rest instead, etc. It was a great preparation for expecting and overcoming obstacles.

I suggested to Dr. Chris that he videotape the weekly sessions so that more people can benefit from his mentoring. I’ll let you know if this happens. If it does, I’ll be the first to watch the tapes.

Elim Elementary School

What a joy to spend some time with Elim Headmistress Kate and the school’s second-in-command, Ben. School is unfortunately out of session this month and won’t resume until later in September, God-willing. At that time, Kate will know which students are returning and which might’ve moved out of the area during the summer months.

Here’s to the end of the summer holiday and beginning of a new school year!

Bombing in Abuja

Kai, I don’t know what some people are thinking. On Friday morning, a Muslim holy day during the Ramadan season, someone bombed the United Nations building in Abuja (Nigeria’s capital). There has also been some ongoing violence in northeast Nigeria in Maiduguri by Boko Horom (which means something like “western education is evil”). Both cities are quite a ways from where I am in Jos; even here, most incidents have been in outlying areas.

I already knew about the Maiduguri crises and fortunately a friend told me about the Abuja bomb blast before my husband called to see if I was okay. It’s only because I had a little time to digest the information that I could calmly say that I’m fine and feel safe. I still asked him to pray for my safe return to the United States—and for the future of Nigeria.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Muslim Staff

Even though the Faith Alive Clinic is a Christian non-profit (NGO or non-government organization in Nigeria), I know of three Muslims on staff. Two of them are beautiful sisters—one works in the laboratory and the other is a French teacher. Why French? Because it’s the official language of a few neighboring African countries (Niger and Cameroon) and it’s something that both Christians and Muslims can learn together.

I asked the sisters (Bola and Fatima) what it is like working at a Christian organization. “It is good,” they said. Most of their friends at university were Christian so they’re used to not only living peacefully side by side, but loving and trusting each other. Oui oui to that!

Dinner with Clement and Kate

If the Elysur restaurant in Jos awarded frequent diner points, I’d be eligible for a free meal. Elim Elementary School Headmistress Kate and her husband Clement treated me to dinner on Thursday evening. It was a joy to spend time with this selfless couple. Not only is Kate the founder and leader at Elim, she’s working toward opening an Elim OVC (orphans and vulnerable children) Center for extracurricular and skills training (computer, baking, carpentry and sewing). Her lawyer husband advocates for child protection and defense against abuse, trafficking and other atrocities. Thanks to this well-matched couple for their hospitality.

Angel Scholarships

What do 200 children at Faith Alive have in common? They’re on the waiting list to receive educational scholarships for their primary (elementary) and secondary (high school) tuition. These kids are in addition to (and separate from) the OVCs (orphans and vulnerable children) sponsored through our church for Elim Elementary School.

On Thursday, I sat in on the panel interviewing children for renewal scholarships. We looked at their grades, home situations, aspirations and level of economic need. I’m glad that I’m not the one making the final decisions. I don’t think I could turn away any of them.

Please let me know if you’re interested in contributing anything toward educating this future generation of Nigerians. Any amount is appreciated.

(This snap is of some neighborhood children; I don't know if any of them are on the waiting list.)

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Prince Prays

Faith Alive guests are always asked at their last family staff meeting to say a few words about what they’re going to take home from Faith Alive. Knowing that they don’t want to hear about the souvenirs and such, I told them that I’m taking home two things based on my conversation yesterday with Amos, the architect of the Faith Alive Clinic. He read the chapter I’d written about his life and I asked him, “What did that feel like reading about yourself?” He reflected for a moment and said, “Inspired and challenged. Inspired by God’s faithfulness in my life and challenged to do even more.” That’s exactly what I’m taking home from my trip—inspiration and challenge.

Following that, someone else (usually a staff person who knows the guests well) comes up front to pray for the guests. Little did I know that Prince, Dr. Chris Isichei’s son, had gotten up early, dressed in his Sunday suit, came to work with his daddy and was sitting in the front row just to pray for me. I’d gotten through my talk without crying, but I couldn’t help myself when Prince stood in front of over 100 staff members to lift me in prayer. Thank you, Prince. And thank you, Drs. Chris and Mercy, for raising children who love God.


I expect the electricity to be sporadic in Nigeria, but it seems to be especially bad this week. We haven’t had light for three days now. Think of all the things that rely on power and you’ll begin to understand how this affects daily life. I feel a little guilty running the guesthouse generator when I know that many others in the neighborhood can’t afford a generator, much less the fuel it needs.

Quite the opposite is now true at the Faith Alive Clinic, thanks to the generosity of a donor in the United States. Today the Executive Committee commissioned the new generator that has the ability to power the entire block. Actually, a representative from the generator company told us that we’re currently only using a small portion of its capacity and it will last longer if we supply power to the neighbors. Faith Alive is exploring its options and I’m sure will do what it can to help others.

Many people living on Zik Avenue in Jos are in the dark today when the light source is so close, and many Nigerians are without electricity in this country that’s rich with oil.


Whatever the currency, the date on the bill apparently matters. The best exchange rate to convert U.S. dollars into Nigerian naira is with $100 bills. That I knew. But I just learned that a bill dated 2003 converts to 150 and a bill dated 2006 gets 160. Note to self: bring a new bill next time.

Emily's 10th Birthday

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Emily, happy birthday to you. That’s what we sang at dinner tonight to Drs. Chris and Mercy Isichei’s oldest child. We didn’t forget her special day because she didn’t let us. Not even for a minute since I set foot on Nigerian soil. It’s a good thing that I came prepared with a Hannah Montana bag especially for her. Now if I can just remember to celebrate her brothers’ birthdays, I’ll be set. Maybe someone can help me find Benten gifts for them (or just enlighten me about that character).


Some of you have asked me to bring fabrics and beads back to the U.S. I’ve taken it one step farther and am bringing back a few quilt wall hangings that I bought at a nearby mission for people living positively with HIV. Please don’t worry if the quilts sell (or I decide to keep!) the one that you want; I can take preorders before my next trip to Nigeria.

Driving School

The Faith Alive Clinic offers skill acquisition classes to dozens of people each year. Students who attend and learn for about a year graduate. Sewing and knitting students receive machines with the intention for them to start their own businesses and generate income. Rather than expensive laptops, computer school graduates benefit from the experience. I’m not sure what graduates of the arts & crafts school receive.

Because most of these skills appeal only to women, Faith Alive is starting to take applications for a driving school. In Nigeria, it’s a luxury to own a car. Many adults pay others to drive them via vehicle or motorbike (okada). While I know how to drive in America, I wouldn’t dare drive in Jos where street lights and street lines are nonexistent.

The driving school’s goal is to graduate well-qualified drivers who will find access to vehicles and start their own businesses. It’s all part of Faith Alive’s goal to empower people to move from dependency on others to self-sustainability.

Here’s to Nigeria’s future drivers!


Jos, Nigeria is home to the talented artist Udubrae. I’m not sure if that’s his first or last name, but I don’t think it matters. It’s the signature he puts on each of his oil paintings. Last week I asked him to create a picture of Faith Alive. Today he delivered the completed canvas and I’m pleased. I wasn’t sure if people would recognize the man standing in the middle of the painting, but I shouldn’t have worried. Dr. Chris’s youngest son took one look at it and said, “That is my daddy.”

MCC Supporter

What a joy to meet Pamela Brown Peterside, a Nigerian-Irish woman currently living in the United States who supports the Faith Alive Clinic through Mennonite Central Committee (MCC). She’s in Nigeria visiting relatives and stopped by on Monday to see what we’re all about. “What do you think?” I asked her at lunch after Dr. Chris Isichei’s tour of Faith Alive. I don’t remember her exact words, but they were along the lines of, “I’m really impressed. I had no idea how holistic this ministry is.”

Pamela learned about Faith Alive through an article a few years ago in MCC’s monthly magazine, A Common Place. I’ll have to go through their archives to read the specific article. Whether or not I find it, she’s a reminder about the power of the written word. Sannu da zuwa, Pamela. You are welcome anytime.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Support Group Picnic

After helping my friend’s son get set up at another hospital on Sunday, I joined the Faith Alive support group’s special picnic at a nearby wildlife park. We looked at monkeys, crocodiles, lions, antelopes and an elephant (all caged, much like at a zoo) before gathering under the pine trees to sing, dance and play a game.
For the game, people were asked to recite certain things: favorite Bible verses, a song in their local dialect, the meaning of HIV and Faith Alive’s Founding Coordinator’s full name (Dr. Christian Ogegbunem Isichei).

Dr. Chris encouraged the group members to fish for themselves, meaning that they need to become self-sufficient and not rely on Faith Alive for everything. “Faith Alive has given you a lot of things,” he said, “and now it is time for you to work hard to help yourselves.” Join me in praying that these wonderful HIV+ people be empowered to not only make their way in life, but also bless others as they have been blessed.


Instead of going to church and resting on Sunday, I escorted a friend’s baby to the emergency room at JUTH (Jos University Teaching Hospital). The 15-month-old boy was lethargic, running a high fever and coughing. His parents first came to Faith Alive where his mommy works. But because we didn’t have a pediatric specialist on ground to insert the i.v., we rushed him a local government hospital where one of our volunteer doctors was on call.

He thinks that the boy has pneumonia that’s affecting his heart. Antibiotics and oxygen should do the trick so within a few days he should really improve. We praise God for his life and pray for the another family who had to buy the child-sized coffin that we saw outside.


Do you want to play WHOT? What? The card game, WHOT. What? Much like the American “Who’s of first?”, this conversation goes on and on until I show them the deck of WHOT cards. Ah ha! Then the game begins. Instead of circle, square and triangle, we say bowl, carpet and angle (with a Nigerian accent, of course). 20 is a wild card that switches the shape, 14 means general market (everyone pick 1 card), 8 means skip the next person, 5 means for the next person to pick up 3 cards (unless you can defend by playing a 5), 2 means the next person picks up 2 cards, and 1 means hold on because I’m going to play whatever card I want to next. The game’s similar to UNO in that you match shapes and numbers and the first person to play all their cards wins. I’ll bring a deck of cards home so let me know if you want to play. To make it authentic, we’ll turn off all the houselights and play in candlelight!

Girls' Day Out

With people here to cook, clean and do my laundry, I spent this Saturday enjoying time with Dr. Mercy (Dr. Chris’s surgeon wife). I told her that I felt like I won the lottery to spend so much time to spend with her—she’s normally quite busy juggling two jobs, volunteering at Faith Alive and being a wife and mother.

We started by going to the new Udebrae Art Gallery near the Jos Museum; the main artist is painting a picture of Faith Alive for me. After agreeing that he’s doing a wonderful job and only needs to add more green, we went to another shop that sells beautiful quilts, dolls and textiles. I plan to resell many of the items at our church’s pre-Christmas market; all profit will benefit the Faith Alive Clinic.

No girls’ day out is complete without eating out, so we enjoyed fattoush salad and spring rolls at the Elysur Restaurant. We hardly noticed when the electricity came on and off throughout our lunch. I had to adjust my eyes in the nearly-pitch dark restroom, but the flush toilet made up for it.

After the rain stopped, we came back to the guesthouse so that Dr. Mercy could review the chapter I’ve written about her. She added some details and made some minor corrections. Hopefully there will be time before I leave for us to go to her house and look at photos from Faith Alive’s early days. We could’ve spent more time talking but her children needed her.

Hair Saloon

In America, a saloon is a place to drink beer and hang out with cowboys. But here in Nigeria it’s a place to get your hair washed and styled. It’s been a bit of heaven to get my hair shampooed vigorously every three days. The only downside is that no matter what we do, it refuses to cooperate. Constant rain and humidity invade my naturally wavy hair until it’s a total mess; I look like I’m sporting a messy brown mop.

Today I showed someone a photo of my family and they asked, “Which one is you?” Kai, do I look that bad here? Fortunately my hair is long enough to pull back in a pony tail but I’m looking forward to being home and looking more like normal.


For those of you interested in daily life here, you might like to know what happens to trash. If people are outside, they drop it (candy wrappers, tissue, etc.) wherever they are. Each day I see a woman wearing a bright orange vest hunched over the street sweeping with a short broom. I put my trash in a wastebasket at the guesthouse and take it downstairs to Baba when it’s full. Baba then takes the trash to the corner and dumps it in a container (an improvement over years past when the trash went in a big heap in the corner for the goats to eat). But don’t worry about them—they chomp on the overflowing rubbish.

As for laundry, every few days I hand wash my clothes, wring them and then hang them to dry. I take bucket baths and heat the water first on the gas stove if it’s a cold enough day. Otherwise I splash frigid well water on myself to cool down. Let’s just say that I’ve needed to heat the water lately.

Canteen--Feeding on News

Why did it take three weeks for me to discover that Faith Alive’s Canteen (a cafĂ©, really) serves more than Nigerian food? Today I tasted a bit of American News on CNN, today’s Nigerian newspaper and a Diet Coke. The television at the guest house only shows dozens of channels of preaching shows and one local channel. Sunday evening I watched a short episode of the Who Wants to be a Millionaire (Nigerian-style). Even though I’m not here to watch t.v., it felt good to catch up with the outside world.

Tree Stump

Since I’ve already posted about the trees in front of Faith Alive, I thought I’d let you know that even the stump is being removed to make way for parking. Security guards are detouring patients and staff to another entry until the main one is smoothed (or at least smoother). It’s fascinating to watch a trio of men chop away with hatchets in what will probably take them days to destroy. Maybe they’ll ask some men down the street to borrow the chainsaw they’re using to cut their branches into firewood.

Computer Man

Who ya gonna call? If you’re at Faith Alive and need computer help, the answer is Joshua the IT Specialist. It’s only because of him that I can post on this blog and occasionally check email from home. I can hand him any electronic device (well, except my hair dryer) and know that he’ll fix whatever problem I have. Three bosas (praise Gods) to our computer man!

Dr. Bode-Thomas

You’ve heard it said that it takes a village to raise a child. Well, I know that it also takes an army of people to arrange for a Nigerian child’s heart surgery in India. It was my pleasure to spend some time this week with the Army’s General, Dr. Bode-Thomas, founder and head of HeartAid in Jos (where Dr. Chris Isichei is a Board member).

Little Chris’s daddy Daniel suggested that rather than buy her a gift, I should appreciate her with a handmade card. And what a card it is! Shola, a Faith Alive staff member, made a beautiful embodiment of our appreciation for this kind doctor who made all the Indian arrangements for Little Chris’s surgery last fall.

Nagode (thank you), nagode, nagode to Dr. Bode-Thomas and HeartAid. Her vision is for a quality heart hospital in Nigeria to treat the thousands of patients who will not survive without it. May it be so.

Dedication Declaration

Weekly family (aka staff) meetings at Faith Alive always end in a recitation of their Dedication Declaration.

"We have gathered to declare that we will refuse to settle for less than God’s best! Therefore we make the following affirmations:

I am confident in God’s promises. My past has been forgiven. My future is secure and God has a purpose for him life.

I am committed to God’s purposes. I will my life serving God’s purposes with God’s power for God’s glory. I will value character over comfort, service over status and people over possessions.

I am committed to God’s people. We declare that unity in Christ bridges all differences. We are one in Christ! Standing side by side with my brothers and sisters, I commit myself to grow spiritually, love unconditionally and serve faithfully.

To my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I say: However, whenever, wherever and whatever You ask me to do, my answer in advance is YES! I want to be used by You in such a way that on that final day I’ll hear you say, 'Well done, good and faithful servant!'”


One of my main goals for this trip is to fact-check the chapters in my book. Actually, I should start calling it God’s book because that’s the truth. It’s only by God’s grace and power that it’s at this stage. Pastor Ben encouraged me today to lean into God to finish the project. I’d told him that I need strength and motivation to complete what I started two years ago. He said that it’s when we feel weak that we know God is approaching; God wants to work in our weaknesses so that only He gets the credit.

I have appointments with about a dozen people to discuss the chapters about them. So far, everyone’s been receptive and only offered minor factual changes. This weekend I hope to spend time talking with Dr. Mercy Isichei (Dr. Chris’s wife) about her chapter—there’s so much I want to write about her but need to focus on just a few scenes.

While writing a bit in the Faith Alive library last week, a staff member’s daughter came in to browse through the children’s books. It was wonderful to watch someone from the future generation find such joy from reading. May God’s book about Faith Alive bless and encourage many people.


Can you read the list in this photo? Me neither. It’s as if doctors all over the world have a secret handwriting code. This paper lists all the items (needles, sutures, etc.) needed for a woman’s gallbladder surgery that has to take place in another hospital because Faith Alive doesn’t have the appropriate equipment. Local government hospitals charge about 100,000 Naira for the surgery (equivalent to $700 I think, far too high a cost for most people here who earn a few dollars a day).

So Dr. Mercy Isichei (Dr. Chris’s wife), an expert surgeon who voluntarily performs basic surgeries at Faith Alive for no charge to patients, connected the woman with a surgeon friend of hers in another state. He’ll perform the woman’s surgery for only 5,000 Naira. The only catch is that she’ll have to purchase and bring in all the needed supplies (apparently what all patients do in government hospitals anyway). Dr. Mercy wrote this list for the woman, donating whatever supplies Faith Alive has.

“This woman must think she’s in heaven here at Faith Alive,” I said to Dr. Mercy. “You are doing a great work.”

“Well, that is just God,” she said humbly.

Yes, I thought later, but you said “yes” to Him.


On Friday, I enjoyed sharing fattoush salad and conversation with other oyibos (white people) at a local restaurant. Mark and Brenda Hartmann-Souder, American missionaries with MCC (Mennonite Central Committee) invited me to lunch and I gladly accepted. Nigerian mission worker Matthew (also with MCC) joined us. I’d met them briefly in 2008 but wanted to reconnect with them. They are doing wonderful work supporting a variety of Nigerian partners and we praise God for their continued relationship with the Faith Alive Clinic.

It was interesting to hear the couple’s perspective on safety in Jos. They’re in their fourth year here out of five, staying despite concerns of family and friends. Much like other Nigerians, they say that things are much calmer here now and are glad to see visitors again. I’m sure it’s helped that everyone’s taking security precautions—using metal detectors, hiring guards, moving pastors out of parsonages and away from churches (so that both pastors and churches won’t be destroyed together) and even some Christians dressing like Muslims on Fridays (when most Islam-led violence begins).

My experience this trip has been safe and I appreciate your prayers that it continues to be. Let peace reign!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


In case any of you have read news reports in the past few days about violence in Jos, please be assured that I am safe. Apparently during the wee morning hours on Monday there were some killings; however, I didn't even get wind of it until yesterday afternoon. I should've known when there were fewer patients than normal yesterday.

When I ask people about the situation, they refer to it as a "disturbance" and assure me that this happened far from us. That's definitely a downgrade from "crisis" and makes it sound less frightening. Whatever it's called, I continue to appreciate prayers for safety.

Table for One, Please

Now that the Nativity team is gone, Baba sets only one place at the table. For me. It’s fine at breakfast, a meal I usually eat alone at home anyway. But lunch and dinner are getting a little lonely. I think I’ll start inviting friends over to break bread (or in this case, to share my yummy carbohydrates).

Microfinance 101

Don’t laugh, but I taught a segment of Faith Alive’s Microbusiness Workshop. Dickson asked me to teach about resource mobilization and I said, “What?” I think that’s also what the students thought when he used other educated phrases during his initial Powerpoint presentation.

Instead, Dr. Chris suggested that I explain SWOT Analysis (Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities and Threats). But I only had thirty minutes, I would need an interpreter and many of the students aren’t educated past primary school. Hmmm. So I chose to translate a few SWOT principles into simple questions.

The main thing I stressed was that each person needs to sell something (goods or services) that is a right-fit for them. Using an example I learned from my Group Publishing training days, I asked them to each take off their right shoe and trade with someone sitting next to them. I asked them to stand and walk. After Dickson took a few steps in one flat and one high heeled shoe, everyone laughed.

“How did that feel?” I asked them.

“Not comfortable!”

“That is like your business. What is right for you to sell might not be right for others to sell. Please choose wisely.”

So much for my contribution to Microfinance 101.

Captain Ezekiel

With the Church of the Nativity team en route to Maryland, Faith Alive’s captainship (is there such a word?!) now rests with Ezekiel. Wearing the arm band proudly, Ezekiel roams the buildings with an eagle eye toward what is working and what can be improved. During the microfinance workshop he frantically took notes even when nobody was talking. So I asked him, “What are you writing?”

“My Captain’s report.”

Apparently he’s noticed a number of improvements he’d like to suggest. Dr. Chris reads each Captain’s reports and implements the feasible changes. I’m not sure that there’s a priority right now to replace the x-ray building’s roof. Its rusted tin is much more visible now that the front trees are firewood.

World's Best Drivers

Someone from the Nativity team said it best. Watching our drivers navigate potholes, herds of cattle and swerving motorbike taxis is a lot like a video game. Fortunately in our case, there hasn’t been a crash with “Boom!” and “Explosion!” captions (real or imagined). Goddy and Greg, loyal Faith Alive drivers, keep us safe from harm. On behalf of ourselves and our families, we raise bosas (praises to God!) for them.

Islamic Text Messages

Without Verizon or AT&T monthly telephone plans, Nigerians buy credit for their handsets (cell phones). Each credit is sold in specific amounts and generally buys less than 20 minutes or so of talking locally. To save money, most people rely on texting. At least once a day, I receive an Islamic text during this Ramadan season. Today’s said something like, “Share your love for Allah with your callers. Dial xxxx.” I think I’ll pass.

A Gun to Kill a Fly

Faith Alive visitors often catch a cold, sweat a fever or have an upset stomach while here. After all, It’s only natural for their immune systems to be a bit jolted in a different culture. It finally happened to me. I have a bit of stomach pain that started yesterday morning and reappear when I least expect it. So last night I took an antibiotic (Levoquin) prescribed by my American doctor and today told Dr. Chris.

“Nooo, you don’t use a gun to kill a fly,” he said. “That drug won’t help you anyway. You just have a small bit of bacteria fermenting. Let me get you something else.”

With a Faith Alive pharmacy at his disposal, he brought me some Tetraycline and told me to rest. Praise God, I am already feeling better.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Zach and Holy's Wedding Reception

No, the title isn’t a typo. My beautiful redheaded friend Holly married her Nigerian sweetheart last month in Barbados (American-style with her family present) and celebrated their reception in Jos yesterday (African-style with his family and friends attending). The emcee and pastors announced the marriage of “Holy” to Zach and people threw money at them as the couple danced down the aisle and in front of the stage. The money part almost made me want to get married again (to Mark, of course).

Scheduled to start at 12:30 pm, the bride and groom (as well as a few hundred guests) didn’t arrive until 1:15 pm. After the initial dance, Pastors and musicians led us in various songs, sermons and prayers. Three hours later, we went outside for picture-taking. The group photo above is of the Faith Alive family in attendance. We went back inside to enjoy heaping-full plates of Nigerian food, minerals (sodas), more dancing and singing, and then cake (given to us in little paper boxes).

During the “family dance,” the emcee asked the bride and groom’s families to come forward. Looking for white faces (only about eight of us), the emcee came up to visitor Bill (who had never met “Holy”) and said, “Come up, Daddy.” Bill shook him off before the emcee asked, “Any brothers or sisters?” I gladly went forward when I saw Holly motion for me to come up and boogie. I don’t really have any redheads in my family, but I feel a kinship with her because I was with her when we both first came to Nigeria and she met Zach.

Around 5:30 pm, I left with take-home gifts of a small notebook with their photos on the front and back covers, a thin, pink mesh bag imprinted with the couple’s names and matching pink and white bowl, and the need for a good night’s sleep.


Try saying Bakin-Kogi quickly ten times. Okay, first you need to know how to pronounce it. Baa-kin-ko (long “o”)-ge (rhymes with “me”). Enjoy these photos from our brief visit to Faith Alive’s satellite clinic at Bakin-Kogi. Church of the Nativity members examined the borehole they financed while I snapped pictures of the sweet village children. Most of them don’t speak English but they understand that their images appear in my camera.

Training Part 2: Ground Rules

Like many trainings that I’ve attended or led, the Tearfund Child Protection workshop began by establishing basic ground rules. No lateness. Quiet your cell phones. Don’t interrupt. But this list included penalties unique to Africa—sing and dance in your native dialect or bring kolanuts to share. I look forward to watching Dr. Chris Isichei perform and provide snacks!

Training Part 1: Child Protection

At the motel conference room in Kafanchan on Thursday, we divided into animal-named small groups to brainstorm the “old school” and current day mindsets toward boys and girls. As part of the bird group (tweet for me!), we reflected about how boys were and even today are given preferential treatment. One male participant (most of whom are widows and guardians of orphans and children) said that it is better to invest in boys because they will carry on the family name and the farmland; girls will be given away in marriage to another family. If I had been in the lion group, I might have stood up and started singing Helen Reddy’s “I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar!”

Fortunately, the workshop curriculum and funding is from Tearfund, an organization that promotes empowerment for women and girls. Pastor Ben read Biblical passages extolling the value of all children, saying that there is no difference in worth or treatment for boy and girl children. Preach it, Pastor Ben!

Kafanchan Clinic

For you non-Nigerians, it’s pronounced cough-en-chan and it’s where Faith Alive operates a satellite clinic. In 2004, many patients from Kafanchan were traveling to Jos and testing positive for HIV. So Dr. Chris decided that it would be better to put a nurse to their area. At that time, the HIV prevalence there was around 30%, but thanks to education and prevention measures, the rate is greatly reduced.

On Thursday, we traveled to Kafanchan where ten members of the Faith Alive staff are holding a three-day workshop about Child Protection (more about that in a different post). Don’t worry, Mom, we felt very protected at a motel near a military base!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Nativity Nigeria Blog

If you want to learn more about the last few weeks at Faith Alive, click here for Church of the Nativity's blog. It's been wonderful sharing the past few weeks with Brian (the Captain), Bill, Emma (Bill's daughter) and Jonathan (aka The President).

Monday: Cemetary

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. So writes Charles Dickens, right? Last Monday, I could relate. At the graduation and water dedication, we danced and sang and danced and sang and ate and danced and sang and, well, you get the picture. We got to share in the biggest day in the history of those villagers.

Before leaving, we ventured to the Faith Alive cemetery at the other end of the farmland. Three adults are buried there, people whose families deserted them at the clinic to die. Pastor Ben told us that the staff had to name one of the woman because nobody identified her. Very sad, yes, but I already knew the stories and still feltl joy from the earlier ceremonies. That is, until we looked at a small cement plot next to the three full-sized ones.

“You know Daniel,” Pastor Ben said. “Of course,” I said, not comprehending. Then it suddenly hit me. This was little Chris’s sister’s grave. The full-term baby that just a few months ago stopped breathing while still in the womb. The pain hit me like the generator fueling the borehole that pumps water. I couldn’t stop crying—not there, not during our silent car ride back to the guest house and not alone in my room. It’s not right for parents to need to bury their child, let alone two infant daughters within the span of one and a half years.

When I saw little Chris the next time, I held him tight and kissed him silly. While there’s pain about his late sisters, I have a new layer of appreciation for this boy’s life. Praise to our faithful God for making a way for heart surgery when there was no way. God-willing, there will be no other small graves at this cemetery.