America! America!

I knew I had been in Nigeria too long when after arriving in the London airport I said agba (hello in Igalla) to this lady from India. I'm still laughing about it.

I flew out of Abuja yesterday morning leaving Amanda alone in the airport until her flight out that evening (13 hours later). I still feel terrible about the whole situation, but there were no other choices. I won't find out until tomorrow if she was even able to change her flight or not.

I would guess that the question is going to be as to whether or not I'm going to miss Nigeria. And the answer is going to be both a yes and a no.
I'm grateful to be back in America and don't have any plans of returning in the near future. But I even surprised myself with the tear on my face when I said goodbye and departed Anygiba.

I have a feeling I'll be writing more about Nigeria as time moves along and thing come to mind. But for now I just wish to leave you with some of my favorite photos that will tell a story in themselves.

(I did arrive safely in America last night and Rebekah is taking wonderful care of me.)


(Market) (Amanda)


(Mercy and Heruna)

(The best night I had in Africa was spent dancing around this fire.)