I’ve said before that baby naming ceremonies are a welcome event over the funerals and sicknesses that plague the village. This past week a friend had a new baby boy. I visited the day after the birth and there he was bundled up in four layers of clothing – why they think he’ll be cold when it’s 95 degrees, I don’t know. Lessa looked wonderful for a mother who’d given birth at home just the night before. The baby naming ceremony is one week later and this was a huge event. Her husbands family is an important one in the village and this ceremony was the largest I have been to so far. It’s nice to see comprehension and understanding growing as I now know what to expect. I still don’t understand some of what’s going on, but that’s okay. I left after the ceremony was over to get back to the kids – before the rice and sauce was served. Which honestly, is quite fine with me since I’m not a huge fan. But, out of friendship, Lessa had a large bowl delivered here at home for me! Malachi and Steve appreciated the gesture much more than me.
Tags: village life
Steve and Casey Cretsinger Experiencing Tribal Missions in Guinea, W. Africa 


