Below are some pictures of the workers’ training at Abraka, Nigeria on 21st march 2014
I have titled this last section the interlude rather than the conclusion. Interlude because we have already started planning for 2014. Yes, the town is – Badagry, Lagos State. The preparations have started.
Hallelujah. It is day 4. Most of the Liberty team who travelled from abroad had packed their bags the night before. The bus arrived at 6.30 am. As usual we were not ready but justifiably this time. Everyone was exhausted, so we had to move the departure time forward. We all needed the extra wink. At 8.00 am, it was time to
Off to the camp site we trudged. Sounds of the melodious music were booming from the speakers with the congregation dancing to the songs in their local dialect. They were excited. The drama presentation was thought provoking but more importantly it prepared the way for the preacher and a great move of the Holy Spirit. After the
Day three on the Liberty camp was a life changing experience both for the served and servants. Gbenga and I jumped off the bus and headed for the General Hospital where the general and eye surgeries were taking place. It was time for the blind to see. Sis Funmi, Dr Toyin, Sis Lola and many more in the medical team were already
Thanks for reading my chronicles. I thought a bit of reflection today on how we got to Abraka, Delta State would be appropriate. “Why Abraka?” was a question I heard over and over again leading up to the mission. To be sincere, the criteria used for choosing the place is unknown to me. Abraka was tagged a high risk area far from
We all woke up with great excitement. The worship session in the morning was excellent. This is the first time we had joined the host team to fellowship in the morning together. We all headed off to the camp site with great expectations.
We jumped off the bus at 8.45am into a work in progress venue. It had rained
Arrival time at the bus depot for our bus trip to Abraka from Lagos was 6am. I woke up at 4.30 am, left home at 5.30am ensuring that I was not late nor delayed the rest of the group. One out of the fourteen missionaries arrived on time!. At 6.30am I asked myself, where are the rest? The phone rang with the answer. Bro Kayode
Today is Sunday. I decided it was going to be my day of rest. Locked myself in the house and did nothing. Absolutely nothing. I cannot describe the peace and sense of renewal I felt after a whole day rest. My friends, who had more energy than I, decided to visit the beach. Reports from our in house papazari indicated that they
I was woken up at 5.00 am in Ibadan by the sounds of the muslim call to prayer. Come on guys, give me a break. I need some more sleep. I prayed and went back to bed to be woken again not by our neighbour’s megaphone but by the sweet voice of my mother in law blessing me. Olorun a to ju e, wa a da gba, Olorun olupese a