Memories and Malaria
Ghana and Togo have passed
Wow, how the months don’t last
The time is flying by
Before long we will have to say
goodbye
Ghana was difficult for me
Malaria was the only thing the eye
could see.
Along with the Courneys we went through
malarial strife
And now I have two blood sisters for
life
Speaking in schools, churches and rural
villages
Witnessing the effects of poverty and
how the devil pillages
Bertha and Posh cooked us so many
African dishes
Some included plantains, crabs, and
fishes
Pastor Isaac had a laugh like no other
We learned a lot from that Christian
brother
His wife was pregnant and about to pop
But she still made fufu with a mortar
and pestle, sitting upon a rock.
We crossed the boarder into Togo
But we had no idea where to go
So we set out on an adventure to find
where God would have us go
And He led us to a place where we could
sow
It was a boys orphanage we had no idea
was there
But God knew, and for this he had us
prepared
We shared love and life with them
And walked the boys two miles to school
in the am
The constant cool breeze blowing on my
face
Oh how I could feel the beauty of God’s
grace
Alone time with just me and Him before
was rare,
But during those days we were such a
pair.
Now those days are gone and will not
come back
It was time, whether we wanted or not,
to organize the pack
Here we come Nigeria, also known as
month eight
It’s time to live it up, before it’s
too late
