Angels All Around Me

About a year ago when I was driving home, a line from an old Amy Grant song "Angels Watching Over Me" flashed through my head: "A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way..." I laughed to myself at the improbability of that statement.

Less than an hour later an incident happened that really made me aware of "angels watching over me." After being home for a few minutes, I got back in the car to go out again. Then I remembered that I had forgotten something. So I dashed back into the house through the garage. As I passed through the kitchen, I saw my car going past the kitchen window. I was confused. Who was in my car? Then I heard a thump. I was out the front door in seconds. I immediately scanned under the car for any sign of my kids. I didn't know if they were playing inside or outside at that moment. Thankfully the only thing under the car was a bike.

I thank God so much that my kids were not playing in the front yard. If my two youngest had been there (2 & 4 at the time), they would have been too confused to move. They would only think: Mommy is in the car, and the car will stop. That car was an 87 Volvo which can only be described in one word: heavy.

How did it happen? When I had entered the car, I put it in neutral, then I remembered something, got out and banged the door, which probably gave it enough force to start moving. If the car would have gone straight it would have hit the garage. Instead it made a 120 degree turn on a barely noticeable slope and ran parallel to the house.

On an ironic note: of the four bikes in our front yard at the time, three were ours and one belonged to our neighbor. Guess which bike was hit?

Now onto what happened today. I was driving home from a little neighborhood grocery shop on a very peaceful residential road. Lily was in the backseat. I was about to round a blind 90 degree turn when I suddenly saw a little green taxi with about 6 men coming right at me in my lane. I swerved to the side of the road. If I had been 2 seconds faster, it would have been a terrible collision. As I was thanking God for the near miss, I saw a police patrol zoom by in hot pursuit in the correct lane.

We pray daily for God's protection.

"God only knows the times my life was threatened just today A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way Near misses all around me, accidents unknown Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home God, I know they're all around me all day and through the night..."

--"Angels Watching Over Me" by Amy Grant.

Electricity Woes

Electricity has been a major challenge in recent weeks. We can generally count on it from midnight til 6 a.m. But wait, I'm supposed to be sleeping then.

My computer battery is dead. I can only get about 2 minutes on it after the electricity goes off. I'm trying to get one from the U.S. as soon as possible.

Our compound has a large generator which powers six houses. However, it developed a problem last week so we can no longer count on that from 6:45 p.m. til 10:30 p.m. as we had been.

We have a small household generator that we start up when we really need electricity to get some work done or get the fridge cold. We bought it about a year ago, and it was definitely one of the best investments we ever made. Just knowing that we have access to electricity when we want it alleviates potential depression!

We have some battery lights that run off a truck battery. The big battery charges whenever we have electricity. This has been a tremendous help over the years. The lights are actually very bright.

Even our 3-year-old has a basic understanding of which system we're using for light. She will talk about battery light, compound gen, our gen, and NEPA (the national electric company) with great fluency.

Just think of us the next time you open your fridge and see that beauitful light--or the next time you charge your cell phone--or the next time you print a document, etc, etc, etc!

Special Offerings

We have taken two "offerings" in recent weeks for our crisis victims within Mashiah Foundation.

The first offering was given by HIV+ women & orphans to our eight crisis victims who lost their homes in fires on Nov. 28. It was a beautiful thing to see them share money, clothing, shoes, kitchen items, and foodstuff with one another.

About a week later, the Mashiah Foundation staff took an offering for our two staff members who lost all their belongings in fires on Nov. 28. Money, clothing, & kitchen items were given.

Perhaps more beneficial than the actual items given was the love that the recipients felt at being remembered during this very difficult time.

The Salvation Army came to Jos to conduct their own research on who was affected and how they could help. A few weeks later they came into town with clothing and foodstuff for the crisis victims. I was pleased that they followed through on their promise. However, it is interesting to note that our "offerings" from within ourselves provided more for each of our victims than what the Salvation Army was able to provide. Yes, the Salvation Army reached more people than we did, but nonetheless, I'm very proud of what our people, out of their own lack, were able to provide for those who had even less.

I'm sure there were other organizations that responded to the plight of the victims; unfortunately, I just haven't heard those stories.

An Open Letter to President Bush

Dear President Bush,

I am an American citizen working among more than 100 HIV+ women in a unique sewing program in Jos, Nigeria. I want to personally thank you for your valiant efforts to prolong the lives of these women. My friends aren't dying anymore thanks to your President's Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief (PEPFAR). These women and their families are eternally grateful to you and the U.S. people for providing free anti-retroviral drugs for them. You have changed their story: They are living fairly normal lives. They are raising their children. They can now work.

The generosity of the U.S. government is overwhelming to me. Every time I give a tour to U.S. visitors in Nigeria, I get choked up thinking about what my government is doing 'for the least of these.' The PEPFAR program is an amazing humanitarian effort in 15 countries around the world. In 2003, the U.S. Congress approved 15 billion dollars for a period of five years, and in 2008 Congress approved a staggering 48 billion dollars for the next five years. I'm proud to say that PEPFAR is actually reaching the grassroots of Nigeria. There are tens of thousands of HIV+ people (men, women, & children) accessing FREE anti-retroviral drugs in our city of Jos. They are receiving other services through PEPFAR as well.

To my amazement, only about 5% of the American tourists who visit Mashiah Foundation have ever heard of PEPFAR. Only about 1% can articulate something about the program. Why don't the U.S. citizens know more about PEPFAR?

Nanwor Tonga, 31, was told that she had HIV the day before her wedding in April 2002. The wedding was cancelled, and Nanwor prepared for an imminent death. In a valiant attempt to save their daughter's life, her parents managed to scrape together $300 every month for 6 months in order to buy herbal drugs for her. With time that became impossible to maintain; later she was able to access free anti-retroviral drugs through the PEPFAR program. Today Nanwor is a thriving, contributing member of Nigerian society. She is on staff with Mashiah Foundation's Self-Sustainability Program.

In 2006 Martina Markus was unconscious for two weeks with a CD4 count of 14. She started taking anti-retroviral (ARV) drugs through the PEPFAR program and now proudly boasts a CD4 count of 380.

Patricia Emmanuel's CD4 count went from 95 to a whopping 905 after taking the ARV drugs. What would have happened to her four children if she had died for lack of access to drugs?

Had the U.S. government chosen to avert its eyes from the global AIDS crisis, I'm afraid I would be telling a different story today.

President Bush and the American people, we are indeed grateful for your wisdom, foresight, and compassion. Your legacy is the living, breathing testimony of thousands of grateful Nigerians.

Sincerely yours,

Mary Beth Oyebade

Casting off for a Cause

I spent a good part of Saturday and Sunday preparing for our offering on Monday for our crisis victims. I went through almost every area of our home looking for anything that we don't need and that's still in good condition. The trunk of my car is full, as well as the front seat and one of the back seats. I have just enough room in the car to get the boys to school in the morning.

It was actually a fun exercise in removing things that we don't really need. In fact, my eye is now trained to look for anything in excess and to weed it out.

When I first moved to Nigeria, I unpacked my 4 boxes and the house still looked empty. Now, 13 years and 4 family members later, the house has a lot of excess stuff.

I tried to work with the boys on getting rid of some of their toys, but I wasn't very effective. All it basically came down to was me throwing away bits of broken toys and organizing some of the toys with many pieces. I'm still searching for a way to get them to understand the need to give to others who don't have.

Two months ago I removed all of their Duplos while they were sleeping. Later I passed them on to a new missionary family who doesn't have many toys. None of the kids has ever mentioned anything about the missing toys. But the point is not for me to be sneaky; I want them to learn how to relinquish possessions.

Parting with their clothes is much easier for them. A few days ago David and I went through all of his shirts, and he gave away 1/4 of them. It was a pretty simple process. First we counted all of his shirts, figured out 1/4, then he gave a 'yes' or a 'no' to each shirt until he had the right amount.

It's very easy to find homes for items we no longer want in Nigeria. I know that can be a struggle in the U.S., but here it's pure joy both for the giver and the receiver.

I'm looking forward to our most unusual offering tomorrow! I'll keep you posted.

Starting Over

We had a major religious/political crisis in Jos on Nov. 28/29, resulting in hundreds of deaths. Just three days before the crisis, there was a major fire in part of the Jos downtown market. Because of the crisis and the ensuing tension in Jos, it was at least a month before I entered the main market and saw the devastation for myself.

The news of the fire had been eclipsed by the crisis. In fact, I hardly even remembered hearing about it. Therefore I was shocked at the devastation that I saw when I entered the market. At least 40 shops had been consumed by the fire. The shops are quite small, about 12 feet by 20 feet, all joined under one roof. I offered condolences to a couple of the merchants I knew who lost everything. The fire occurred around midnight, and they don’t really know what caused it.

In the past I often purchased items from the man pictured at the right. After asking him about the details of the fire, I asked as an afterthought, "So how was the crisis for you?"

To my utter shock, he said, “They burned our house and our car, but we thank God that our lives were spared.” I just wanted to weep right there; how could one family lose its livelihood and home and car within the space of three days in separate, unrelated incidents? Jos is a city of approximately 1 million people. The market and his home are about 1 mile apart. What are the odds of that happening?

How do you pick yourself up after something like this? I don't know, but I do know that Nigerians are the most resilient people I have ever met.

After the Fall

This evening I heard a loud crash in the family room and children crying. I knew immediately what had happened. I dashed into the room, prepared for a horrible sight. David, 5, and Lily, 3, were on the floor with all kinds of cards and board games scattered around them and a tall bookshelf on top of them.

To my amazement, Lily was not hurt at all, and David only suffered a bruise on his lips and a little blood in his mouth.

I just brought that bookshelf into the house recently. The first day I had it in the house, I knew that we needed to nail it into the wall...but that was a few weeks ago. We just finished arranging the games on the shelves yesterday. I had forgotten that a child would logically think of climbing the shelves to get something out of reach.

In fact, I'm sure I contributed to the problem because the boys have a bookshelf in their bedroom that they are supposed to climb in order to reach their platform where they play with legos. It never crossed David's mind not to climb the game shelves.

Bayo immediately found some concrete nails and secured the shelves to the wall. I think this is a good reminder for us to walk through the house and see if we have any other safety hazards for children.

We thank God for protection and that the children were relatively unharmed.

I'm Positive Life goes on

Our new shirts made their debut on Monday, January 12, 2009. Originally we had printed them for World AIDS Day on December 1, 2008. However, we were still in crisis mode at that time so the event didn't hold.

The front of the shirt says:

Mashiah Foundation Changing the Story

And I guess you can read the back!

This is a very bold statement. And some of our people are thinking long and hard before they decide to wear the shirt. One of our staff members who does not have HIV reported that her family said she cannot leave their house wearing the shirt in the morning. She can only carry it with her and put it on at work, and then remove it before she leaves work.

A few years ago I saw a friend of mine in the U.S. wearing a t-shirt that simply said "HIV positive." Now I thought that was a bold statement! My HIV-negative friend wore it simply to show support for the millions of people who are infected with HIV. To me, our statement is a little softer than that because it can be read two different ways.