l of the first missionary to Abame, whom had come on a bicycle. I greatly hope my own arrival leads to better circumstances than that of my colleague.
             Despite my thinking I had found a rather good interpreter, I soon came to find that instead of "myself," "my buttocks" had been addressing the villagers, leading to a twinge of humor in my speech I had not anticipated. This might be either my fault (the cold I have is making my speech difficult to understand, according to the interpreter) or the interpreter's own incompetence. Regardless of our communication barrier, the people of Mbanta listened surprisingly well.
             But although they listened well, I do not believe they had an overall high opinion of me at the end of my speech. The idea that their gods were false was extremely difficult for them to even comprehend, much less accept. They were most surprised to find that God had no wife, despite having a son. I found on further explanation of the Trinity the crowd began laughing more frequently and soon began to loose interest. People soon drifted off, but I did not consider this a defeat, but rather, a victory, for I had planted the seed of curiosity.
             It has been some time since I have written. I have been busy in Mbanta. The people gave us a piece of land to build on, and since I last wrote, we have constructed a mediocre church, and although it does not do much justice to our Lord, it is certainly a step in the right direction. I have been holding services to help educate this tribe. I have been fortunate, and am hoping this trend of good communication and understanding with the people will continue.
             My adventures have gone beyond Mbanta, however. I will not stay in this village forever; indeed I'll be moving on to the next village, called Umuofia, soon. I have already made frequent trips to this village. I seem to have befriended a man called Akunna in Umuofia. The man is considered very wise among his peop...