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Day 1
I rolled out of bed this morning with thoughts of Geoff on my mind. I hadn't slept well the night before and I couldn't even if I had tried. No, not because of the mosquitoes.
The oil lamp had gutted out sometime during the night I think. My thoughts turn again to Geoff, Lord where is he?
It had been five years, five blissful years that I had promised to go where he went. I had sworn that his God will be my God and his people, mine also. I wonder if I hadn't spoken in haste.
It's 2 am. I say a prayer for Geoff and determine to put my mind to good use. I had clothes to mend and the garden needed tending and I had that corn to mill, oh so much to do.
When Geoff had first told me about the call, I had laughed. Now, I wonder who's laughing. Lord take charge.
8:00 am
It's fully day and still no sign of him. I feel my stomach knot. I wonder what my dad would say seeing me neck deep in cow dung. He had firmly resisted our marriage citing social differences but I hadn't budged and now, here I am in the middle of nowhere. Living with people who love you as much as they hate you.
Everyday of wakefulness is a testimony which is why I'm so worried for Geoff.
2 pm
I keep looking up from the Millery hoping to see Geoff walking down hill, my ears sharpened to catch the first strains of his easy laughter. He was always laughing, my Geoff. That was what had first caught my heart.
Lord, should anything happen to him...
7pm
Oh praise God, the village chief brought back word from Geoff...All's well. Now, I can concentrate on my sewing and then rest.
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