Lessons from Nigeria

Before February 2025, I had never been to Nigeria—not even in transit. Though I always had a great impression of the country and its people, I believe many of us underestimate the greatness of this nation. Surprisingly, even some Nigerians fail to fully appreciate the richness of their land, culture, and history. But after just a ten-day visit, I can say without hesitation that Nigeria left an indelible mark on me—one I will recount to my grandchildren. Stepping onto Nigerian soil, a country I had only known through entertainment and interactions with Nigerians abroad, was magnificent. Food is abundant, universities are everywhere, industry and innovation seem thriving, and for me, this was enough to truly appreciate our African pride.

My visit was prompted by an invitation to the Great Workshop, the Church of Christ’s largest gathering of preachers across Nigeria. More than just a platform for sharing God’s word, it was a time of fellowship, networking, and forming lifelong bonds. On February 15, I arrived at Murtala Muhammed International Airport in Lagos and took an Air Peace shuttle to the domestic airport. Though my original flight to Abuja was rescheduled from 10:00 AM to 2:00 PM, I was able to board an earlier one at 11:00 AM. Upon arrival in Abuja, Brother Francis Bassey met me, and together, we joined Brothers Emonena Benjamin and Alabi Samson for a long journey to our final destination.

I had little knowledge of where we were headed, except that I was going to meet Brother Mike Udam, someone I deeply respected. As the journey stretched beyond five hours, I realized we were traveling a significant distance. By the time we reached Makurdi, it was nearly 7:00 PM. Along the way, we stopped thrice—once to buy Irish potatoes, water and some snacks and later in Makurdi for a meal of pounded yam, egusi soup, goat meat, and a large catfish. I also indulged in a cup of tea infused with ginger and other aromatic spices.

After our only meal of the day, we resumed our journey from Makurdi to Ogoja. Although I had been warned that the road ahead was rough, I insisted that I had experienced worse. I expected an unpaved path, only to discover an old but still serviceable tarmac road—far better than Liberia’s southeastern roads during the same season.

By early Sunday morning, we arrived in Ogoja, Cross River State. That night, I had rice while my companions enjoyed their traditional “swallow” meals. The next day, after breakfast, we accompanied Brother Mike and his family to Ukpagada for a beautiful worship service. Following the service, we joined the congregation in cleaning the church—a practice reminiscent of the early days of Christianity. Afterward, we shared a communal meal, strengthening our bonds in faith and fellowship.

On Monday, preparations intensified for the arrival of guests for the Great Workshop, scheduled to commence on February 18. Brother Mike had initially arranged for me to stay in a hotel, but upon arrival, I opted instead to sleep on a mattress in the sitting room of his house, alongside Brothers Ben and Alabi. With limited space, the two available rooms apart from Brother Mike’s room and the children’s bedrooms were occupied by Brother Bassey and Mama Fanny Ehiahbor, two remarkable individuals whose presence enriched my experience.

Brother Bassey, a dedicated church leader and government official, attended despite suffering a partial stroke, demonstrating his unwavering commitment to God. Mama Fanny, whom I fondly called the Mary Magdalene of our time, is a steadfast supporter of the church. Known for her generosity, she is always the first to offer financial support, no matter how small.

The Great Workshop was a resounding success, exceeding expectations and leaving everyone praising God. During the event, I joined Alabi and Ben in serving food, while Alabi also drove. Ben, on the other hand, played a crucial role in registration and protocol management.

Once the workshop concluded on Friday, we returned the following day to wrap up the final activities. At this time, Brother Alabi and Ben have returned home to their families. That weekend, I had the privilege of engaging in deep conversations with Mama Fanny, who imparted wisdom on marriage, love, and parenting in the Church of Christ. One lesson stood out: she emphasized the importance of raising children in the faith and expressed her firm stance on ensuring her children marry within the church.

As we talked, a sister who had been listening shared her ordeal with a brother whose behavior made him unsuitable for marriage. Mama Fanny and I exchanged knowing smiles, reinforcing the invaluable lessons I had just learned about relationships and responsibilities within Christian households.

After spending two extra days as planned, the morning of my departure arrived. To my surprise, Mama Fanny gifted me 5,000 naira—a gesture that deeply moved me. I had intended to do the same upon reaching Abuja when I had access to funds, but her kindness was a humbling reminder of the generosity within the Church.

Back in Abuja, Brother Francis Bassey awaited me. I hesitate to discuss the driver who transported me from Ogoja, as cultural differences may have led to unmet expectations, but I remain grateful for his service in ensuring my safe arrival.

Brother Bassey, another remarkable figure, welcomed me warmly into his home. A civil servant married to a member of the Civil Defense Corps, he and his wife prepared an abundance of food, despite my well-known reputation as a light eater. The next morning, they offered me tea, rice, and bread, but I could only manage a cup of tea—much to their disappointment.

During breakfast, an urgent phone call interrupted our conversation. Brother Bassey had just learned that his daughter’s WASCE exam fees were due in less than 48 hours, yet he had no funds. The weight of the situation struck me—here was a man who had shown me immense kindness, yet he was facing a financial burden. I nearly shed tears but held back. He called his wife, who was also unable to assist. I then suggested calling Brother Mike, not only to greet him but to request help on his behalf. However, before I could intervene, Brother Bassey directly asked for assistance, and Brother Mike immediately transferred 70,000 naira (about $50).

This act of selflessness and communal support reminded me of the early Church described in the Book of Acts, where believers shared everything they had. As I reflect on my time in Nigeria, I remain grateful to God for the opportunity to be part of such a loving and faithful family. Praise God!