Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Happy Christmas

The sun is shining, there's a slight nip in the air (it is only 20 degrees Celcius) and I'm woken by the sound of carols at 4:45am - it must be Christmas Day.
There have been lots of firsts this year; here are a few Christmas ones.
  • I picked oranges from the tree in the garden to put in James and Ruth's stockings instead of buying them from Tesco.
  • A box of Kellogg's bran flakes is a special treat for Christmas breakfast.
  • At church this morning we were invited to stand up and dance and everybody did, rhythmically.
  • We went for a post Christmas lunch walk in shorts and t-shirts.
  • I'm wished "Merry Christmas" by armed soldiers manning the checkpoints with big smiles.
These are some of the firsts but what's most noteworthy is the thing that never changes - the amazing fact that the Creator of the universe put aside his glory to become a human baby and be born in the degradation of a stable simply because he loves us too much to spend eternity without us.  Jesus, "born to pay a debt he didn't owe because we owed a debt we couldn't pay".

Happy Christmas everyone.

Christmas Eve
Not a penny spent - can you tell?
Christmas Day


Sunday, 23 December 2012

BRICC Christmas

What do you have for your school/work Christmas dinner?  Yesterday I went to the BRICC meeting room to share in the jollof rice prepared for the Christmas celebrations there.  It might seem strange to have Christians and Muslims having a lunch for Christmas together but it's all part of building relationships.  At the end of Ramadan in August there was a lunch for the Muslim festival and yesterday was the turn of the Christians.  It's great to see respected members of both communities coming together to share food and accounts of how BRICC has helped them.  Siddique the education co-ordinator told of how at the start the classes would be obviously split with Christians and Muslims extremely wary of each other.  After a few weeks he saw a Christian boy and a Muslim boy leave together, walk along the street then shake hands before parting to go to their own areas.  "That's what BRICC's all about," he said. 

Joseph, another Nigerian in the management team, spoke of how he took a group into an area from which they thought they'd never return alive.  These others had believed rumours of how members of their faith would be killed if they ventured in that particular region.  They all came back safe and well and with a better understanding of the other community.

One man, principal of a local school, was there for the first time but he too got up to speak.  At first he'd thought he was far too busy to get involved in anything else but people told him about the peace-promoting work of BRICC and now he's signed up to voluntarily teach one of the classes.  His comments on Toby (American co-founder of BRICC), Ruth (Irish) and me were quite humbling.  He pointed out how we'd all left our families and the wealth of our home countries to come to Jos to help heal a wound that we'd had nothing to do with.  Toby is now the doctor; Ruth and I nurses!

It wasn't just the adult co-ordinators who were there, four boys from the football teams had been invited as a reward for their efforts on the pitch.  They're the ones most affected by the violence and they are the ones who can spread the message of reconciliation and relationship among their peers.
It's a great privilege to be a part of BRICC and be welcomed into the lives of the people involved.


Sunday, 9 December 2012

Sleeping dog

Everybody needs a teddy.


Instructions for cooking rice in Nigeria: first open the packet and pour into bowl. Next pick out the weevils merrily crawling over the grains, then add hot water.  Any weevils you've missed can now be easily scooped out as they float to the surface.  Proceed with cooking according to your favourite method and don't tell the children.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Extreme gardening

What do you think of when the word gardening is mentioned?  Alan Titchmarsh, Percy Thrower, older ladies in straw hats gently clipping off flowers to put in their baskets? How about the slash and burn of extreme gardening?  Francis, a Nigerian who appears only too happy to come and set our garden in order, today introduced me to horticulture in Africa.  There is a rumour in certain circles that I am a not so closetted pyromaniac.  Today there were enough flames to satisfy even me.  The land needs to be cleared before we can do anytihing with it and this is the quickest way, even if it did provoke a text from another ex-pat to Fraser - "Did you know your garden's on fire!"  I was relieved that Francis had cleared a fire break near our new fence before he torched the place.
I'm hopeful that we'll be able to grow enough to have some food to give away.  Many of the TCNN students struggle to make ends meet and if we can help by providing a little extra it'll be a good way to show our appreciation that we've been given such a lovely place to live.




Besa meets a refugee from the flames