There is a "black removal" celebration today. This get together commemerates the end of the official mourning period for a deceased one. The close relatives of the dead man still seem to be greatly affected by their loss, but bravely attempt to appear outwardly stoic.
We sit inside and, once again, are treated to great hospitality. I converse with the pastor and some older men about the world cup draw. The memories of Cameroon's efforts during the 1990 finals are still very vivid in the this country, and people fondly remember the infamous win over Argentina.
We don't stay very long, retracing our steps back along the road to the house before hailing a taxi. As we drive off, I can still make out the sound of a group of people singing in the garden area of the house we have just left. I have been most fortunate to have been involved in so many cultural and family orientated events. It has given me such a glimpse into everyday life, and such experiences are usually elusive to the tourist simply passing through.
Our evening is spent with a few beers recalling our recent experiences, and a young man from a neighbouring house gives us an interesting display of local dancing. Amongst other things, C informs me that a couple of weeks ago, there was free beer and food in the Presbyterian church. The main reason for this was a celebration of the church breaking away from another splinter of christianity. Now that she mentions it, I do recall (amongst the singing) a real cacophony of noise eminating from the building. People were really enjoying themselves. I think I have discovered a solution to the plummeting numbers in Scotland's churches. Watch this space...
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