After spending the night in the unknown small town we squeezed into another uncomfortable taxi and travelled to the closest big town of Bamenda. There we had to wait a full day at the bus station before we could catch the night bus to Yaounde, the capital of Cameroon. Yaounde was only 373km away, and the road seemed ok, but it took most of the night to get there.
Our journey of finding the R690 000 for the Augmentation fee has placed me on a journey of my own. It fascinated me to see how the Lord provided the money. We were constantly praying, waiting and fasting for the money. But one thing we didn’t see coming was that the Lord had already somehow provided money within Global Challenge to pay the fee. We were always expecting it to come from the outside, for someone mysterious to walk up and write us a cheque. Meanwhile the Lord had already provided what we needed- we only had to open our eyes and look inside of ourselves.
There are no proper roads between Nigeria and Cameroon. At least none that we could find. The ‘main’ road between the two, at the Ekok/Ikom border post in the south has nothing ‘main’ about it. According to videos we saw and blogs we had read this piece of road was very, very bad.
Our journey from Zinder to Abuja was mostly uneventful. We said our goodbyes to Niger, crossed to border to Northern Nigeria and watched as the desert was soon replaced by lush green surroundings. The extreme poverty also gave way to a sense of prosperity and big bustling cities. The first of which was major centre of Kano.
Our bus ride to Niamey didn’t start well. It was overbooked and since we weren’t that adapt at squeezing into small spaces and rushing to open seats most of the team found themselves squeezed onto the back seat. I found myself sitting in the front of the aisle next to the driver. In West Africa they sell water in sealed-of plastic bags as opposed to bottles. It was extremely hot and we were sucking those bags dry in the dozens, our bodies seeming to slurp up every drop of moisture available.