A year and a half ago, when I first arrived in Namibia, I looked around online for an African youth workers conference to attend to learn a bit more about contextualizing youth ministry in Africa. Through my SIM connections I heard about one in Jos, Nigeria. I inquired of the organizers who said they hadn’t set a date for this year’s conference, but said I was welcome to come and I could be a “resource person” (whatever that meant). When this year’s dates came out it was to be the same week as my NETS intensive so I wouldn’t be able to go. But they later came back and said it had been postponed, and this time I was invited to come as the main speaker. From attendee, to resource person, to main speaker. Yikes!
Many people (including a U.S. Embassy public service announcement) warned me against going to Nigeria because of terrorism and hostilities. But I remained confident that if it was terribly unsafe then SIM wouldn’t allow me to come, and besides, a little hostility never stopped Paul. He said, "For I am ready not only to be imprisoned but even to die...for the name of the Lord Jesus” (Acts 21:13).
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| Nigeria from the air. |
So after summer camp I packed up my suitcase and flew off to Nigeria. I arrived none the worse for wear, however my suitcase did not. But fortunately I’m an experienced traveller so I packed enough in my carry-on to get by. So everyday I was hand-washing the one set of clothes I wasn’t wearing so that I could have something to wear tomorrow. People were kind and offered to lend me clothes, and I managed to pick up another pair of jeans at a street-side shop. This could be a major frustration to people, but it helped me realize that more than 2 pairs of clothes is really a luxury. I had what I needed, and that’s a lot more than some people have. Fortunately, five days later my suitcase was finally delivered, just before I had to speak at the conference.
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| Traffic is not quite like what I'm used to in Namibia. |
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| One of the less busy street-side markets |
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Nigeria's having a fuel crisis, so this was the craziness
of people lining up to fill their gas tanks. |