Tougnifily And Beyond
April 3rd, 2008 by eugeneFor some months I had been in talks with Pastor Jean Komano (The Pastor whose church plays host to our short term outreach program to Koba) about church planting in Tougnifily, a rather large village that is home to Sousou and Baga people, and other surrounding villages. Tougnifily in the Sousou dialect means termite mounds. Jean had made contacts there and as we prayed together it became more and more evident that we could pool our potentials to better impact the communities in question. Our joint maiden trip was set for the 20th to 22nd of March.
I set off at approximately 10am and after two quick taxi rides, found myself at KM36 ready for the first major leg of the journey. There was only a minibus available for the 60 minute trip (it actually took 75). The wooden seats managed to keep me alert all the way while I kept whispering bits of prayer in a bid to keep safe. One is never sure how well the vehicle has been maintained. This first leg passed off safe and smooth. Hallelujah and relief!
At Tanene, the point of rendezvous with Jean, it took just a minute to locate him, all fixed up in his dark glasses and safari hat, cool and ready.After the usual warm African greetings and enquiries about our various families, we make a quick check on our equipments; flashlights, walking gear and a bottle of water apiece. We head to the next vehicle available for Tougnifily. A Renault 11GTL cab with a plastic gallon for fuel tank, seat covers in tatters and speedometer, heat gauge, fuel gauge and other signals long out of use. 2 passengers (Jean and I) share the front passenger seat; four others occupy the backseat while the trunk cover is tied down with a rope to keep the overload in place, a last drawl on his cigarette by the driver and we are almost ready to go. For its age and condition, the taxi ran surprisingly smooth. Even the second half of the journey that had a good measure of potholes was not much trouble for the experienced driver. Two hours of squeeze, adjust, re-adjust and shift weights later, Tougnifily shows up and I am glad to stretch my legs again and have my blood flow freely again.
Jean leads the way to where we will be holing up for the next two days. Within 15 minutes I was experiencing again the legendary African hospitality and forgetting I am supposed to be tired. After a quick lunch and some water (how safe is it for me?), we exchange greetings with our host and explain our plans for the visit. Apart from Tougnifly there are two other villages; Katelli (5km) and Tambaya (7 KM) to visit before returning to
Conakry .Mr Kamano, our host is from the same tribe as Jean. He has lived so long in Tougnifily and he has acquired native status. He claims to be a Christian, and that is simply to say he is not a muslim, even though his wife is.
KANTELLI
Guessing we had enough reserve in time and energy for the 10 Km return trip, we set off for Kantelli the same day at about 1600 hours. Talking, praying and meditating along the way, it took all of 75 minutes to get there. Fortunately, our contact is home, another of Jean’s tribesmen. The only x’tian in the twin village of approximately 1000 adults, even his wife is a Muslim. We encourage him, share scripture and pray together. We listen to how he has defied various attempts to get him convert to Islam in the 8 years he has served as the head teacher of the local primary school, his loneliness in religion and the plans underway to relocate to his own area and people.After a stroll through the village to pray and familiarize, we head back ‘home’ by another route. We agree it had been worth all the efforts to get to Kantelli and praise God.
TAMBAYA
The next day we set off quite early for Tambaya, the third community in our plans, but not before I had tasted my first cup of Kankeliba tea. Great stuff! I am all the more glad for the tea. I needed all the energy from that cup. The road to Tambaya kept unfolding in endless roll sand and bush path. The West African sun rose up and blazed with intense ferocity as if angry with us. We stopped at a hamlet to rest and shared the good news with the household there before proceeding. After a few more kilometers we get to Tambaya tired and thirsty. It took three deliberate attempts before we could track down Bro. Innocent, our contact person. He had been making efforts at church planting, praying for people and sharing the gospel wherever possible. He took us to the abandoned military garage that his superiors (he is a military personnel) had agreed to let use for a chapel. After praying to dedicate the chapel, we listen o his challenges and appeal for help to acquire furniture for the chapel. We encouraged him and assured him that he was not alone.The return journey proves even more exhausting with the sun very slow in setting. We stop at a river bank to pray and debrief. We are encouraged by all that the Lord had done with us and for us, and request guidance for the way forward.
DEPARTURE
Our departure from Tougnifily had been planned to coincide with the village market day thus facilitating transport availability. True to form we have no problems getting a taxi ready by the time we got to the taxi rank in the morning. However, some 5kilometers into the journey, the taxi breaks down necessitating boarding another vehicle. The new vehicle has nothing new about it, crawling along and at one point even having a passenger on top of the roof for up to 30 minutes of the trip. And then the driver had to change his fuel tank from the 20 litre plastic gallon to a 1.5 litre used water bottle so we can complete the journey by all means. I have no explanations for this; I only watched in wonder.
CONCLUSIONS
This trip afforded me an Easter away from every form of Christian community setting. Whiles Christians celebrated the greatest spiritual event in history, I watched as people just strutted about their daily lives without any idea of their predicament or hope of knowing.I was particularly glad for the opportunity be a source of encouragement for the few brethren we met in the place and to see the joy of fellowship as we visited with them.We gained first hand information and experience on the area with a fair idea of the challenges we are up against in our bid to bring God glory among them. I am particularly glad for the times we spent in strategic prayer on the ground.Finally, I lack the words to express the feelings of the first taste of Kankeliba tea!!