359/365 Nvwa
We wanted to be the joy that he was, this Nigerian preacher whose voice alone could keep us tucked between the cupped palm of his hand and his heart. He was otherworldly, othersideoftheworldly to Pennsylvania kids at a church camp. Agnostics were warmly welcomed.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 8:03 AM
9 Comments:
"Tucked between the cupped palm of his hand and his heart"--lovely! How in the world do you pronounce his name?
Actually, just like it's spelled, believe it or not (rhymes with moi). I'll tell you on the phone.
Ditto to S.Y Lovely...just lovely "the cupped palm of his hand and his heart."
and cheers to you for such beautiful writing.
yes ... lovely ... also like othersideoftheworldly ... speaking as someone from the other side of the world
Mali: I do think of you as othersideoftheworldly! The other side is always so intriguing...
I loved this one.
Why are some people showing up as anonymous in these comments?
and the visual verification thing is missing!
Cedar: That's because I switched to the new, improved Blogger this morning. It promptly dropped a lot of identification of comments to "anonymous" after assuring me that everything on my blog would "look exactly the same."
Oh my! Darn Blogger.
I'm working on getting a wordpress blog going where I'll probably spend more of my effort at some future point in time.
This is an excellent entry. We wanted to be the joy he was.
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