“I’m telling you man, there’s no kick like the one you get when you tell these stories to those who’ve never heard.” That’s what Jerry Robertson said to me as he and his wife Carol worked on translating Scripture into the Nafana language. Not only is the Bible unavailable in their dialect of Nafana but […]
Crossing the Border
There has been a feud between Soko, Cote d’Ivoire and Sampa, Ghana since earlier this year when a Ghanaian taxi driver hit a young boy and ran from the scene. Since then the Ivorians don’t let the Ghanaian taxis cross the border and the Ghanaians do likewise to the Ivorian taxis. Jerry Robertson dropped me […]
News From William
While William has been gone, I have been dependent on phone messages that get passed on to me, letting me know that William is doing well. The first message I got was from the Ozments. Dr. Faile came up to me in the wards during rounds. He told me that William had left Tamale for […]
Death of a Believing Chief
The first week we were in Ghana I attended the funeral of a Muslim chief and wrote about that experience on this blog. Yesterday evening Mory Kamergate, the chief of the Nafana village of Temogossie, passed away. He had been very ill and this past Monday Jerry Robertson, the IMB missionary working with the Nafana, […]
Survive School Complex
So is this a good or bad complex to have?
Nalerigu Slave Defence Wall
Dr. Hewitt took us just out of town to see Nalerigu’s only historical monument – the Slave Defence Wall. It is said to have been built in the 16th century to protect the town from the slave raiders that would kidnap innocent villagers and transport them south for sale to the Europeans. The was a […]
Professor William
This week a took a break from photography and computer repair to be an elementary school teacher. For a couple days I taught US Geography to the missionary kids that are home schooled here at the hospital. With a little help from Google Earth and my collections of photos and videos from our 2004 trip […]
Heidi’s Patient Last Seen at Funeral
Late this afternoon I went to a funeral in a village about 20 minutes away (more about that later). When I came back I was showing Heidi my photos and she stopped me on one and said “Wait a minute! I saw that guy this morning at clinic!” Apparently, she gave him the right medicine […]
Harmattan is Here
Harmattan is the name of the dry season in West Africa. It gets its name from the winds that blow south from the Sahara Desert bringing with them fine particles of dust and sand. With no rain to settle the dust it fills the air. You can see it, you can smell it, you can […]