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Photographs in Jos, Nigeria

  • Blessing
    Here I will post all my pictures from my time with Faith Alive in Jos, Nigeria. Look forward to many photographs, cause I'm gonna shoot my heart out.

HIV/AIDS Information

PEPFAR


  • President's Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief

UNAIDS


  • The Joint United Nations Program on HIV/AIDS

Faith Alive


  • Here's the website for Faith Alive, where I'll be volunteering

Nikki in Nigeria

Rachel in Uganda

Nigerian Worship

Support Group Praise

Worship in Africa is like no other experience. It's one of the things that I miss most about my time in Nigeria. People lift their voices, clap their hands and stomp their feet. They engage their whole bodies when they worship, making themselves instruments of music. Standing and being surrounded by such worship sweeps you away and you lose yourself in the heartfelt praise. Here is a music clip from the support group at Faith Alive. The support group meets every Sunday afternoon for the HIV patients that are supported by the clinic. Everyone is welcome. People come from all over to praise God and commune together. This music makes my heart yearn for Africa once again. I hope you enjoy the music...

Saying goodbye

So, my active blogging has come to an end. Last night I returned home to the States, a tumultuously emotional process to be sure. While my trip may be over, my journey continues as I depart from my family in Nigeria. I have many things to sort out, and still more to learn as I process the things I've gained from Africa. I will continue to post blogs as a walk through my "re-entry."

Leaving Jos was emotional. The two days before I left were filled with tears, laughter and long moments of silence. I didn't want to leave, to be sure. The last two weeks have been filled with anxiety as I've thought about reintegrating back into my life, especially New York life. In actuality, it terrifies me.

When I first realized I was going to Africa, I thought I'd have a life altering experience. I thought it would be an emotional and spiritual high that transformed my life radically. I was expecting radical things. Nothing so radical happened, however. And as a reflect back, it's exactly what I needed. Throughout my short 26 years, I've had many mountain top experiences with God. It's like an emotional roller coaster, where my relationship with God is dependent mostly on my emotional state. There is very little stability in that. One moment you feel close to God, the next far away, and during that time you're commitment fluctuates. I live a life of distraction. I live in the most distracted city in the world, pulling my attention in a hundred different places. I work 60 hours a week, which pulls me away from my friends, community and passions. God becomes another "to do" on your daily schedule. I'm so used to "penciling" people in that I've resorted to penciling God in as well.

While I was in Nigeria, I experienced a different way to live. Jos is a community that does not thrive off of vanity like in the States. There are no billboards screaming at you, telling you how you fall short of "pretty" or "handsome." They don't have blocks and blocks of stores that scream "buy me, buy me." They don't have a commute that forces you to look up at the subway advertisements instead of looking your neighbor in the eye and saying a simple "good morning." America teaches us to disengage from others. And when we disengage from others, we inevitably disengage from God. My life had become one huge distraction.

While I was in Jos, I was forced to live differently. There were very few distractions. In most of Africa, you live life on the fringe. You have so little, and so you are forced to depend on religion, faith and God. There is very little structure in Nigeria. The government is makeshift at best, institutions go on strike weekly, there is little dependability with income and food. The only dependable structure that they possess is religion, their faith. They are forced to depend on God because it is what gives them hope.

In Nigeria, the humanitarians, those who fight for the poor, those who are generous with their possessions, those who are willing to accept them, even if they are HIV positive, are those with deep faith. Unlike in the States, where humanitarianism, equality, and acceptance seem to be defined limitedly in liberal ideals, in Nigeria they are the ideals of the religious leaders and the communities steeped in deep faith. Faith Alive carries no judgment. They accept everyone, despite where they are or where they've been. They love people, they treat people, and they give people hope. That is what Christ came to demonstrate, and that's how we are to model our lives.

In Nigeria I learned how to rely on God day by day in a way I have not been able to learn in America. I have learned the consistency of His presence, and the stability of my commitment. I've learned to live with God without distraction.

So you see why I'm terrified. I'm terrified of all the distraction. That I will go back to my life, and distraction will slowly pull me away from the things God has meant for me. That I will go back to living my life the way it has always been. I'm afraid I will slowly forget, not only the things I learned and saw while in Africa, but how to walk in faith without letting distraction overwhelm me.

And lastly I'm afraid of coming back to my life, and once again taking everything I have for granted. I have a phone, a nice computer, an ipod, a gym to work out in, a great job, a wonderful apartment, food in my fridge to feed a whole family. These are things that most people in Nigeria would fall to their knees and cry if they were ever given. Yet I find myself complaining. I want to value everything that I have as gifts, not as entitlement. I'm lucky, so freakin' lucky for the things and opportunities I have. And if I forget that, I not only do an injustice to my friends and family in Nigeria, but I disrespect myself and what I've been given. I have a responsibility now to do things differently, to see things differently. It's a burden and a blessing that everyone who experiences such poverty is forced to carry. And we have a responsibility to carry it for those we have come to love.

As I look back on my time at Faith Alive, and a reflect on the mission of the clinic, I am reminded of one of my favorite passages in the Bible:


Colossians 3:12-17:

Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.

Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.


Faith Alive lives out this passage every day. Seeing these words come to life is like nothing I've ever experienced, and it compels me to live my life the same. That is my prayer and hope...

In the papers

This is an article from the Colorado State Univ. local paper. Dr. Chris is currently state side raising awareness for the clinic. I thought y'all might like to read the article on Dr. Chris and the clinic:

Doctor striving to find cure for HIV/AIDS

Alexandra Sieh

Issue date: 4/16/08 Section: News


After a decade of work in fighting HIV/AIDS in Nigeria, Dr. Chris Isichei has come to Fort Collins to speak tonight about his work and about his strategies in ending the spread of HIV in his country.

His mission is to bring faith and life to Nigeria, a nation that has been crippled by disease.

Citing a stark difference between the abysmal health care system in Africa and the advanced system in the U.S., Isichei took a collection of donated supplies and funds in Jos, Nigeria to treat patients in a four-room apartment with HIV. Just 10 years later, his hospital, which he named the Faith Alive Clinic, has become a three-story facility with more programs, supplies and staff members than before.

From counseling centers and home-based care, to health education and clothing and nutrition centers, the clinic attempts to provide everything patients need to live better lives.

Isichei said he makes an effort to remind his patients that there is always hope for a cure, and for a brighter tomorrow.

"I try to take them back," Isichei said through his thick African accent. "To so many incurable diseases in the past, that then didn't have a cure, but today they have a cure. I encourage them. Today HIV/AIDS does not have a cure, but tomorrow, maybe the cure."

Faith Alive Clinic, the President's Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief, is a U.S. initiative that provides funding to health clinics.

However, it is the churches and support groups across the U.S. that drive the emotion and faith of the clinic. The churches send their members to Africa to help with the effort.

Erika Nossokoff, a volunteer promoting HIV/AIDS research at the First Presbyterian Church in Fort Collins, went to Nigeria to see first-hand the effects of the disease. Nossokoff said Isichei reminded her of a "Mother Theresa" figure.

"He is small in stature, but he has a huge impact," she said. "He is humble and soft spoken, deeply spiritual, with a vision to help the poorest of the poor."

In Nigeria, a nation Isichei said largely uneducated about HIV/AIDS, those who contract the disease are treated as outcasts, simply because of a misunderstanding of the disease. In his treatments and patient meetings, Isichei hopes to combat misinformation and negligent treatment with positive encouragement.

"He stops those with the disease from feeling stigmatized or worthless or dirty," Nossokoff said. "He puts his hand on their hand."

Isichei said there was little point in secluding those inflicted with the disease, as working with them directly was more likely to inspire them to live out their lives, even if their days were numbered.

"There is no cure," Isichei said. "So I let them know they can lead normal lives. I encourage them, since nobody knows who will die first, those who are well die, those who are sick die, they should have the courage to live their lives."

My Last Weekend In Jos

It’s rained most of this weekend. It’s been such a great change. The hot weather begins to wear you down after awhile, especially at night. I hate waking up in the middle of the night in a full out body sweat. The rain has cooled things down dramatically, and I actually use a sheet now to cover up when I go to sleep. But, with the rain come mosquitoes, so it’s a mixed blessing. I’m thankful for my anti-milarials. People in Nigeria get Malaria like we get the common cold. Thankfully they build up a slight immunity, so it’s not as severe as if I were to get it. That’s why young children are most affected by Malaria, their body has not yet learned how to fight of the parasite, so they become very sick and often die. Faith Alive has partnered with a great program that provides mosquito nets and chlorination tablets for water so that HIV positive patients can stay protected from mosquitoes that can communicate Malaria.

 

Friday after work a couple of our good friends here in Nigeria took Nikki and I out for palm wine, a Nigerian favorite. Palm wine is tapped directly from the palm tree and is already carbonated and lightly fermented, so it has a slight alcohol content. If you let it ferment another day, it loses some of it’s sweetness, but boosts the alcohol content, so you have to time it just right for how you like to drink it. The smell is gross, but the taste is mild with a hint of sweetness. For those of you who’ve tasted La Folie champaign beer from New Belgium, you have an idea of what it tastes like, but much milder. We tried it by itself, but the Nigerian way to drink it is by mixing it with Guinness stout. It was A-mazing. Along with are palm wine, we took goat and intestine pepper soup. I’ve never eaten intestines before, and I can’t say I’ll try it again. It tastes good, but it’s like overcooked octopus – tough and rubbery. The soup part was great, though. You have to try everything at least once, right?

 

Dsc_0013 On Saturday I attended the social services graduation ceremony. All the sewing, computer, knitting and art students graduated this week from their respective programs. It was really cool seeing the few of them that I knew well receive their certificates and rejoice for the amazing opportunity that Faith Alive had given them. It was a long ceremony, as everything is in Nigeria. But it was fun, and we had sodas and Nigerian doughnuts at the reception. It was a blast. I took a picture of blessing and the sewing class she teaches. Later that afternoon we helped scrub walls at Faith Alive, a task that was greatly overdue.

 

Dsc_0029 Graduation started off a really fun weekend. Later that evening Dr. Chris and the head of the Nigerian board at Faith Alive came over to the guesthouse to welcome the new team of volunteers from Fresno, CA. There are eight of them, and most will be here for two weeks. They are all very cool. After dinner Nikki and I met up with some friends and headed to an area of Jos, called West of Minds. It’s the local bar hangout area here in Jos, and we went because they make fresh Suya. Suya is thinly sliced beef that is encrusted with chopped peanuts, skewered and grilled. They season it with pepper powder and chop fresh onion with it. It was really good and spicy, and excellent with a cold beer.

 

On Sunday we attended the local church we go to here in Jos, for the last time. It was sad saying our goodbyes. They were all so grateful for our presence. I think that’s one thing I’ve really learned about my time here – the gift of presence. It’s amazing how much it means to people that you just show up. They see Americans as having everything. And they think, “Why would they want to come here when they have everything over there?” So they see our presence as a great sacrifice on our part, which is hardly true for someone selfish like me who has wanted to come to Africa for so long. It hardly feels like a sacrifice. Nonetheless, it is a great honor. We enjoyed a late lunch with the pastor. His mother, Hannatu, who works at Faith Alive, made us a great lunch of fish and chips with fresh cake for dessert. It was awesome, and we got time to visit with the family.

 

From there we headed back to Faith Alive where we spoke to the support group that gathers every Sunday afternoon. We thanked them all for their generosity and acceptance, and recounted our stories of our time in Nigeria. Starting to say goodbyes is hard, especially when I don’t want to leave.

For dinner that evening, our friend Rotimi invited us over for dinner at his parent’s house. We got to meet his sister, brother and parents. A true honor if you ask me, and they cooked us a fabulous meal of roasted yam and egousee soup. Roasted yam is the skin of yam; it is dried and pounded into a fine powder that is then hydrated. It’s very similar to pounded yam, but with more of an earthy flavor. There are many ways to prepare egousee soup, it’s made from melon seeds that are pounded into a paste, and you add various seasonings and other ingredients. This version had bitter leaf (you can also make it with pumpkin leaf), beans, and dried fish. And by dried fish, I mean the whole fish, dried and stewed. So you get the head, bones and everything. It tasted great, but maneuvering around the bones is tough. Nigerians eat the bones and skin, so they have an easier time of it. You eat the soup with your hands. You form a small bit of the yam into your hand, creating a dimple to hold the thick eqousee stew. Then you scoop it up and into your mouth. It was so much food, and I thought I’d explode. Food here is much hardier, so you don’t need as much to stave your hunger pains. Consequently, I’ve lost almost 10 lbs. since my time here.

 

As we made our way home, Rotimi flagged us a cab and we piled in with several other people we didn’t know. I was practically riding the stick shift. I laughed as a thought about how different it was than the NYC cab system, although gypsy cabs in Harlem have there interesting moments. We walked back to our guest house and I snuck away to eat one more piece of the corn cake that Hannatu made us for lunch, before heading off to bed.