Tennille, Nicole, and I walked downtown to the Art Market in Bamako (the
capital of Mail). That is when we met Melvin. Seeing us white people, this
younger looking black man chased us down the sidewalk asking us for help in
broken English and if he could talk to us. We stop. He continues to relate
to us how he is stranded in Bamako, arriving yesterday from Ghana on his
way to Morocco. He ran out of money in Bamako and needed to call his mom
in Philadelphia for her to wire him money, but he had no money to buy a
calling card. Melvin, by the way, is a native of Nairobi who was kicked
out his home due to political unrest and is now going to school in
Morocco. We quizzed him for awhile, skeptical of his story, but he
appeared trustworthy and knew what he was talking about. So we bought him
a calling card. Afterwards he said he would pray that God would be with us
for the rest of our lives. We then asked if he would want to pray with us
right then and he agreed and held out his hands to hold during prayer. It
was a remarkable experience.
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Hi Everyone! As I find myself blessed with some internet time, I thought I'd give you a brief accounting of the Lie Ka Tone festival. I'm sure I have ampaly slaughtered the name, but to my American ears, that's what the festival's name sounded like, so I appologize to any of you who actually know how to say/spell it. So with that disclamer, on with the e-mail!
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