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A quick visit back to the UK

Happy New Year! We’ve been on the road the last week, all in the run-up to the family wedding we celebrated on Saturday near Exeter. We left Jos on Monday at lunchtime to be driven down to Abuja with a fairly modest load of suitcases, then stayed overnight before flying to Heathrow the next morning. Since then we’ve been glad to see friends and a few relatives around England en-route to Exeter and have now flown up to Glasgow for a week, again catching up with family and friends, as well as handing our flat over to an agent to let while we’re away.

The wedding itself was lovely and relaxed, with Dave and Becky organising lots of things themselves and with quite a few children there too. Rebekah contributed a (pre-recorded!) prayer for the couple and Abigail and Elizabeth contributed a certain amount of volume too.

Coming back to the UK in the midst of wintry wind and rain has been a bit of a shock for us all, but we’re well kitted up now with all the warm clothes and boots we need for the next couple of weeks in Glasgow and Northern Ireland before we head back to warmer climes again.

Love from us all, and perhaps we’ll see some of you this week or next. Apologies if we miss you; it’s only a flying visit.

A December break

Miango holidayWe’re just back from a restful few days of holiday at the Miango Rest Home, about an hour’s drive away. On Thursday afternoon, right after David had finished subjecting some of his poor Bible translation students to the rigours of practical and written exams, we drove dustily West to the conference centre originally built as a peaceful sanctuary for harried missionaries over 80 years ago.

Our Northern Irish friends from the seminary down the road in Kagoro were there too, and while the dads both knuckled down to marking and teaching prep, mums and children (3 wee Creightons and 3 slightly weer Rowborys) enjoyed a change of scene and some fun things to do together. It was interesting while we were there to meet various Nigerian missionaries staying for conferences; some knew a bit about Bible translation and others were very interested to hear that work was beginning in their own languages.

Back home, there’s still more marking for David to do, then a Wycliffe group Christmas party on Friday, before Christmas is upon us. In amongst all that we’re also getting ready to move to a bigger house in January.

Love from us all, from a rather chilly Jos,

David, Julie, Rebekah, Elizabeth and Abigail

Naming of Parts

Yesterday we had naming of parts. Today,
We have daily cleaning.

Today is Sanitation Saturday. That means that everyone has to stay at home until 10am and clean their houses and the area around them. And, yes, it is enforced by the Sanitation Police! I’m not sure how much sanitation we will actually do, but it is certainly very pleasant when the road outside is so quiet. For a couple of hours we can enjoy the pleasant warbling of the birds instead of the car horns and taxi touts.

Rebekah RowboryA major feature of the last few weeks has been Julie starting to home educate Rebekah in earnest. She has been delighting in telling everyone that she is in P1, even though the term is fairly meaningless to most people she talks to! We have had lots of fun with reading, writing, maths, art and science. Yesterday we did “naming of parts” where we drew round Rebekah and Elizabeth and they coloured in the pictures of themselves. Then we stuck labels on the the different body parts. We are also planning to meet with another home educating family every other Wednesday to do art and crafts together, so that will be something to look forward to.

And now, as it is Sanitation Saturday, we should get on with the daily cleaning!

(Anyone know which poem we are alluding to in this email? The first three correct answers will receive a small prize!)

Complex Identity

I think it’s fair to generalise that Nigerians are much more likely to strike up conversation than British people and are into somewhat robust jocularity. Rebekah unfortunately doesn’t always quite understand that some rather direct an ludicrous request (such as “Will you dash (=give) me your skirt to wear?”) is actually playful nonsense. Anyway, sometimes if she isn’t completely overwhelmed, her responses are rather interesting. She was out shopping today with me and a friendly worker said “Are you Nigerian?”  She thought about it for a while and eventually decided that she was, or at least she would be soon when she had growed up a little. Continue reading Complex Identity