I am in a procession right now riding through Afikpo, Nigeria. We just visited with the traditional ruler and now we are making our presence known in the city. The streets have been lined for many miles with beautiful smiling faces. School children dressed in blue and white uniforms run out of their classes to see us. Men and women lean out of second story windows waving exuberant and shouting hearty welcomes. Everyone stops working and comes out of their roadside shops to catch a glimpse of the caravan. A tailor with his measuring tape around his neck stands near an elderly grandma dancing with joy. This is clearly the event of a lifetime for this rural, city. This is how it all begins and only God knows what is in store for us all over the next 5 days.
