|Christine, the Beautiful Lady, with her daughter and|
my new friend, "God's Gift"
|Peter, our very own body guard|
Finally we boarded the plane and after a 45 minute flight we touched down in Owerri. Oct met us at the airport, along with a tall older man whose name I can’t remember, and his tall wife, dressed in a gold and pink two piece dress with a mermaid skirt. I think she will always be “The Beautiful Lady” when I think of her. Her name is Christine. We also picked up Peter, our very own personal body guard. He’s a member of the local police force and was hired for the day to ride in the front of the van with his AK47 and keep us safe.
|The market near the village of Ehime-Mbano.|
|Friends and relations in Ehime-Mbano|
It was a really pleasant little place. I thing there were three little houses, all clustered very close together, practically touching each other, they were so close. They made a kind of U shape with a spot for parking in the center. The house IG had grown up in was on the left. They all looked alike from the outside, smooth mud walls, painted yellow, with corrugated tin roofs and small porches.
We were welcomed by what seemed like a sea of relatives and friends, many with their cell phone cameras clicking away. Once again, everyone was so warm and welcoming.
|Ignatius' brother, the Chief of his village.|
The man that IG called his “father” is actually his older brother. His father having passed away, his brother had now become the “father’ of the family. He wore a special suit, like the pajamas most men wear but made from an open cutwork pattern of lattice strips with beautiful pink embroidered flowers scattered over all. Very distinguished and rich looking.
|The house Ignatius grew up in.|
|The house was so crowded, not everyone fit!|
|On our way to view the village|
Prayers were offered up on our behalf and then some food was passed around, little buns with sausages baked into the center and small cookies with cheese melted on top, like icing. Very nice!