A Move to the Desert
Only being back in the country for less than a week we werent expecting to attend the
Having finished our spiritual life conference on the Sunday afternoon it came a bit of a shock to find out on the Monday that the only time we could get a lift up to Djibo was the following day, and so, at seven thirty off we set. The hustle and bustle of
As we got further north so the vegetation got sparser until finally we reached Djibo just before midday and were greeted by the Australian doctor and his wife that have worked in the town for many years. As we stepped out of the air-conditioned vehicle we had come up in we were hit by the dry heat of the Sahal (up till now the average daytime temperature has been around the 40oC mark in Djibo and its not even hot season yet). Its enough to make your eyeballs dry in their sockets. On first appearances the town doesnt seem to have changed much. The roads are still a little uneven and the national flower of many West African countries (the black plastic bag) hung delicately in the trees disturbed only by the warm gentle breeze.
For the time being we are staying on the compound with our doctor friend and his wife until we managed to get the mission house in order. Work has already started so we will hope to keep you up to date on the progress. In some ways maybe I (Mark) should have watched more of those TV programs on renovating dilapidated properties whilst we were in the
About Me
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- I live in Burkina Faso with my wife, Cheryl, and three children and have not yet found a house for us to live in and I work amongst the Fulani people.
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