What is it REALLY like?

The luggage arrived!! The principal and pastor of the Bible school,
Pastor Jakin, was willing to get on a bus, travel ten hours north to
Abuja, stay in a hotel overnight, go to the airport, fight with the
customs agents about whether he should have to pay an import tax on the diapers (obviously he didn't have a child with him) and then
wrestle with the six action packers and take a flight back home to
Enugu. We owe him big time. I am so grateful. I will be forever
grateful to this kind and generous man. We are so thankful.

I know what you are all really wondering is this: so tell us what it's
really like, Everett. Okay. I will try to muster a few words about
what it's really like in Nigeria.

It's HOT. Unbelievably hot. Unimaginably hot. Sweltering. The first
night we were here the power went out at around 1 or 2 a.m. and I was unable to go back to sleep in the 85 degree house. The air temperature outside was not much cooler… a balmy 81. And that's at 3:30 in the morning! When we first arrived at the airport in Abuja it was hot. But the airport, at least, had some air conditioning, so it ranged from probably 75 to 80 degrees. It didn't matter a whole lot We were just happy to be stationary. It was in the mid 90s today. Outside this afternoon it was 95. Inside the house, 93. NEPA, the local power authority, has been referred to as Never Ever Power Anytime. Or some variant of that. Which has been true a good part of the last four days. Oh well. Nobody said it was going to be easy.

We were overjoyed when we saw the McLeans at the airport in Abuja. What a delightful surprise! Bro. McLean had told me over the phone that "someone" would meet us in Abuja but gave no clue as to who it would be. When I later tried pressing him for details who would meet us, he only said that he knew the guy. Seeing them, made the problem of the lack of luggage seem like a very small thing.