To Djougou or bust

This Monday we (Suzy, I and three other church members), took a trip to Djougou (pronounced JooGoo, d is whispered kinda, hard to explain). It’s a town about an hour and a half from Nati. It is about the same size as Nati in population, I don’t know about land area though. We had to insure the truck and one guy was checking if there was room at a school he wants to attend. Both were accomplished, praise God. The young man, of who’s marriage I told you about, was adding to list with only three spaces left behind him. School started that day, on Wednesday he’ll be moving to Djougou with his wife. He’s become a good friend of mine, and I hope we’ll get to visit several times in the future. We took the time to walk the market, as the day was the big market day. I picked up some sun hats, and longsleeve shirts, necessary protection against sun and mosquitoes, respectively. Lunch was oranges, sweet bread (not as sweet as you think, but still tasty), and this hard crunch kinda of cookie. I forget what’s it’s called, but it tastes sweet and is spicy at the same time, real spicy. I have developed over the last few years a rare sickness. When I sit in a car and am not driving (although a few times it have fought it driving as well, my bad) I fall asleep, I may not even be tired, but I will become sleepy. Okay it’s not really a sickness, but I can remember as a child reading, drawing, watching the country side, or fighting and playing game with my sister, for hours, but now, I am out for most of the trip. But I suppose that’s not a bad thing unless you are sitting with a person that wants to have a conversation, or are commissioned as the person to keep the driving awake (it didn’t work so well when I sat beside Mr. Jamieson leaving Walla Walla at four in the morning, I fell asleep eating my spitz). But nonetheless the trip was a success. Didn’t meet a lot of people there, but did see God’s leading right off the bat. We pulled into the town and right away, Nestor, one of our travelers jumps and happily greets a man on a motorcycle, a relative of his. The relative directs us to the insurance office. Out of all those people the first we meet is this man, God leads and we were not even asking. We just prayed from the start that He would be at our side, protect and guide during the trip! The best part was when we stopped for bathroom break. Not because of any necessary relief experience but it was the sound, there was none. On that stretch of road where we stopped, no cars passed, not mills sounded, no loudspeaker Muslim prayers blared, just the birds and wind. I almost stopped in the middle of the road to listen to the stillness, caught me off guard. Suzy commented on it as we got back in the truck, quite refreshing we agreed. Well I am off for today. I hope to get a picture website up soon, blogger is not working well with uploading pics. God bless and thanks for your prayers. I pray for you all.

In His grip,
Eric