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Emma By Pastor Steve Nute I strained to catch the clear tones of the soft voice as Emmanuel continued his interesting account of the nation’s struggle. I found myself wanting to know more, feel more, be more involved with these people who had been so used up. This session …
Little Hell By Pastor Steve Nute Ephraim pulled open his car door and winced. “If you want to feel ‘little Hell’, get inside,” he laughed. I believe that the temperature in that car was well over 140 degrees. We opened the doors and windows and let it “cool down” to …
FOOD By Pastor Steve Nute The aroma of fried chicken on a barbecue grill caught my nose as I passed by that house on my bike. I went a little farther and smelled the unmistakable lusciousness of some fortunate person’s sirloin. I was reminded a moment of food and …
Ngwelle By Pastor Steve Nute I was moved emotionally as Pastor Odurukwe presented me this lovely gift. In the bottom of a hand crafted box, nested on beds of thin foam, clay a replica of a male Ngwelle. This part of Nigeria is not blessed with much wildlife now …
The Y family By Pastor Steve Nute The smell of those shish kebabs bobs was delightful; the taste was better than the smell. Karen had succeeded in doing gourmet for us. She had even toiled to peel cukes and carrots so we could eat our first raw veggies in …
The First Nigerian Church Service By Pastor Steve Nute The Reggae style beat and tones of “O Merri Wo” with echoes of Harry Bellefonte faded to silence as I got up to deliver my first sermon to an African congregation. This sermon was the culmination of a very lively …
The Children By Pastor Steve Nute “Anya, imi, ono, nte, ntutu, ishi, nnukwu afo…” Over and over they schooled me and made me repeat, “Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, heir, head and big belly.” “Onye ocha, please tell us how God made the world,” they said. I struggled to present …
“Doc” By Pastor Steve Nute The fever-ridden, sweat-soaked body of the uncomplaining child left a wet print on the cement floor where she waited with her mother and other family members. The waiting periods were long and often produced no visit to the doctor that day. I wondered how …
Africa Journal “N.E.P.A.” By Pastor Steve Nute Being rather claustrophobic, I did not take long to come awake in the close early morning heat. NEPA, Nigerian Electric Power Authority, had failed once again. As I sit and type on an electric machine and need never worry about being interrupted …
Naira By Pastor Steve Nute Looking back, it seems humorous to have paid $40.00 for a $4.00 taxi ride. At the time, however, it was somewhat less than funny. It comes of not knowing the value of Nigerian money or the values of some of the Nigerian people. I shudder …