Africa mission trip

GCI Canada member Leigh Smithson recently made a mission trip to Africa where he visited various GCI congregations and contacts. Here is his report.

I left Canada for Africa on July 7. The plan was to ride “shotgun” with GCI’s African missions directors Tim Maguire and Kalengule Kaoma (KK for short).

Before I recount some of the stories, I need to share some thoughts about fear and worry. As Tim and I (sometimes with KK) traveled through the southern part of Africa, we faced many frightening, worrisome challenges. Yet, I felt calm, safe and generally free of fear. All credit goes to the Holy Spirit–and now to the stories.

Johannesburg

Tim met me at the Johannesburg airport. That evening, he hosted a meeting of the SEP camp staff (wonderful people!). Early the next morning, Tim and I packed the car and started on our journey. We headed east towards Mozambique–a route that would take us through Kruger National Park.

Kruger Park

Tim and I spent five hours in this amazing game park. We saw all sorts of animals and Tim got an elephant to “mock charge” our car (thanks Tim!). Was I worried? Well, yes, this got me a little concerned…why tempt the Lord?

Mozambique

At about 1:00 a.m., an ugly pot hole “attacked” our car and bent two tire rims. We pulled over to evaluate and discovered that one tire was rapidly losing air. As we started repairs, a stranger pulled up in a truck and offered help. I felt uneasy with his mannerisms as he took the hammer out of Tim’s hand and started to beat the rim into shape. I thought this was strange, so I made sure my back was never turned to him. As we got the tire inflated with a can of tire repair stuff, the stranger got back into his truck, but the engine would not start. Interestingly, he knew exactly how to hot wire the truck. Once it was started and before he drove away, he told us to follow him to his garage. We said okay, but when he pulled in, Tim kept going–he was sure the truck was stolen and that our “helper” was up to no good. Was I afraid? No but I was a wee bit leery. At 2:30 that morning, after almost 20 hours of driving the world’s worst roads, we parked at a closed gas station. We decided to sleep until dawn when the station would open and we could get gasoline. The place was mostly dark, with spooky shadows; it appeared to be almost abandoned. However, we were confronted by a guard coming out of the shadows, carrying an assault rifle. We told him that we needed to park until dawn so we could buy some gas. He said okay. Tim fell asleep, but as I tried, a large and noisy crowd of young men started to gather. I felt threatened and could not sleep. Eventually, around 6:00 a.m., a school bus picked them up – that was a close call! Tim made breakfast and we offered some to the guard. Was I worried? Not really…ha!

Malawi

We then traveled northward toward Malawi. I was surprised by the young guard who greeted us at the border. He wasn’t wearing a uniform and he smiled a lot. (I later learned that the more a guard smiles, the more trouble you are going to have!) As he interviewed us about the trip, he was twirling his handcuffs and asked for my yellow fever card. I did not have, nor did I need one, and was taken aback even more when he asked if I had been recently in Brazil. As it turned out, I had been in Brazil six months earlier, but that passport had expired and there was no indication of my trip to Brazil in my new passport. However, I said I had been there recently, and it took some quick talking to assure him that I had not been in the Amazon or the jungles (which are prone to yellow fever), so he eventually stamped my book. As we left, the young guard came out to our car and told us that he was fasting to hear God’s direction for him. I prayed for him, Tim gave him his card and we stepped on the gas! Was I worried?? Not a bit (plus we were able to witness). A few minutes after leaving the border station, we hit a deep pothole with a loud thud. We suspected from the sound that we had put a hole in the oil pan. The red oil light coming on confirmed it. We had no choice but to keep driving, and we soon arrived at a little town teeming with people. Loud music was blasting from some poor quality speakers. It was not a comfortable feeling! Tim left me in the car while he searched for oil. Meanwhile, night fell and the town’s power went out. I was now alone in the dark, locked in the car, with no idea where Tim was. Once again, the car was surrounded by a crowd of young men. But I was not worried–I was confident that God was looking after us, even though I was making plans for what to do if Tim did not return! Thankfully, after a long wait, Tim returned with diesel oil, which should be used only in diesel engines (we had a gas engine!). Now I was worried for the sake of the engine, but not for us! Fortunately, we made it to Blantyre, Malawi where we met KK. It was 10:00 at night and we were hungry, so we headed out to find food. However, the car stopped suddenly about two blocks from the lodge; it seems the engine had seized up and would not turn over. We had to walk down a dark street to a gas station to buy oil. The gas station had oil, but we did not have Malawian money. Another short walk to a bank machine was in order. Once again, a young guard there had a big gun. Tim got some funds and we returned to the gas station, bought the oil and walked back to the car. The little engine drank five liters, but it still would not turn over. We eventually pushed the car up an incline where we could then point it downhill. Then Tim steered the car while KK and I followed. It was easy to see where the car had rolled because there was a trail of oil on the road. As we pushed Tim’s car into the lodge parking lot, we could hear oil gushing from the engine. What a mess! Over the next several hours we made plans to get Tim and me back to Johannesburg and get KK to Lusaka. We would have to arrange for our flights and for a tow truck to take Tim’s car the 3,000 kilometers back to his home. In the meantime, we were safe in Blantyre and the ministerial conference would start in the morning. Was I worried? Not a bit. However, I was disappointed because I still wanted to experience Zambia, Namibia and Botswana. I guess that will have to be another trip.

Malawi Ministerial Conference

The conference was a delight. I met most of the people Rick Shallenberger wrote about earlier in the year. KK was host and he made sure that Tim and I were put to work! It was fun how KK arranged it; his exact words were, “You can talk about anything you want, but I want you to talk about conflict resolution methods.” Was I worried? Not a bit. Long before we planned this trip, God had brought into the Blantyre church a young man named Mike. He works for the church at the school doing maintenance, plus he is an auto mechanic! He was able to repair our car and get it running again. It ran flawlessly for the rest of the trip, bent wheel rims and all. There was nothing to worry about. God is in charge!

Malawi church visits

In one of the churches we visited in Malawi, 50 children were in attendance. They were so well behaved that it was a delight to be with them. With KK’s permission, I handed out peanuts that had been given to us earlier. As I did so, the children surrounded me, pushing so hard that I could not move. Looking down, I saw that some of them were being walked on. So I started throwing the peanuts away from me and the kids ran after them, giving us all room to move. Though I feared for their safety, the kids seemed to enjoy it. I don’t think I will do that kind of food distribution again!

Zambia

We next traveled to Zambia, KK’s home country. Though Tim and I had never been there, it soon felt like home to us, thanks to the wonderful hospitality from KK’s family. On Saturday afternoon we had a meal with most of the ministers working in Lusaka. Then on Sunday we met for church. Following that we said goodbye to KK’s family and the three of us headed out. On the west side of Lusaka, we got a call from KK’s family telling us that they had been in a car crash! Before they could share the details, the phone disconnected. You can imagine the heart-stopping thoughts that raced through our minds. We turned around, and then a second call came in. Fortunately it was not as bad as we had imagined–just a fender bender, but it meant we had to return to KK’s house and spend another night. However, this turned out to be a blessing for the family since it gave me time to run solar-powered lighting into KK’s house. Now the family can see at night without having to run extension cords and listen to a noisy generator.

Headed home

Now behind a day in our travels, Tim decided not to go to Namibia as planned. We said our goodbyes to KK and his family, and Tim and I headed off for Johannesburg. On the way, we visited Victoria Falls (magnificent!) and then camped for the night in Botswana. At 3:00 a.m., Tim’s air mattresses sprung a leak with a loud bang. Tim got up and repaired it and fell back to sleep. But I could not sleep–Tim had a cold and his snoring got quite loud. And then I heard loud snorts and grunts outside the tent. Earlier, we had seen warthogs in the area, but as I listened, I realized that these sounds were from hippos resting just 15 meters away. The only “protection” we had was a little barbed wire fence and the fabric of our tent! Was I worried? No, but I was pretty tired!

After 16 days on the road, we arrived back at Tim’s house, both of us still in one piece and still friends (my evaluation). I told Tim beforehand that I wanted to say our goodbyes before we got to the airport (I tend to choke up easily when I am sad). As we said goodbye at the airport, neither of us could speak. Goodbye was a couple of hearty hugs and a wave, and Tim drove off. But he got the last laugh – he had dropped me at the wrong gate! What amazing experiences we shared–many “near-misses,” 18 days (and nights) together–all this can either make friends or enemies. For my part, I feel a deep respect and love for Tim. He does a wonderful job in most difficult circumstances in an efficient and cost effective way. He is totally dedicated to his work as a GCI mission director. The same goes for KK; I really miss those guys and pray for them in a much deeper way than before. I know I will see them again someday and we will pick right up where we left off.