Starting a blog

Well my name is Stephen Foute. I was raised in Nigeria. Currently I am going to school in Chico California. I stink at all things English (grammar and spelling) So I will apologize right now. If you do see something that needs to be corrected let me know. I need all the help I can get.

I guess what would be fun to let you hear about is a story form current times and a story from way back.

When I was a child, our family lived in a small town called Tofa. This is located in Northern Nigeria. One of my jobs was to collect eggs from the chickens. The pen had a area for the chickens to walk around and then they laid their eggs in a clay pot that is on laid on its side. The bottom of the pot was broken so i could retrieve the eggs. I wanted to watch a chicken lay an egg. I wandered how is it that a chicken with no large opening produce such a large thing. I was between 2 and 7 years old. I remember trying to wait. I waited on time for a long time. I then got distracted and look away. When I turned back to check on the chicken only to find she had already laid an egg. I still remember what it was like to finally see a chicken lay an egg. It is mind blowing that our God created such incredible creatures. Like this morning I noticed a bird fly up and then land in the mesh fence. That bird had to pull a stall maneuver at the right instant and then pull in its wings to land in a whole in the fence. There is no way a man could create a machine that could duplicate that type of control.

A Modern story. While in Nigeria over this last Christmas break I took a trip to Kano and Tofa on a Monday Jan. 12. I drove Mary and some of her stuff to Kano. I was a good thing she was with me because I was completely lost. I spent the night in Kano in a very nice room by the eye hospital. Tuesday morning I got a ride out to Tofa. I drove back from Kano by myself Tuesday. The journey is only 4 hours or so. To give you an idea about what driving is like would take a long time. But a simple picture is driving in Nigeria is like try to drive an in real life. You have to be just as daring and just as calculating. But a mistake in Nigeria while driving costs lots. Example on the way back from a fishing trip we saw a large bus drive through cattle like they were bowling pins. We counted 4 dead cattle and a goat or two. Some cattle can be as expensive as vehicles thus the accident was very expensive. One cow was actually under the front left wheel of the bus. This one had acted like a wheel wig.
So back to driving. There is a curfew from 7 pm till 6 am. On Tuesday I was driving like a boy trying to get his girlfriend back before her curfew. Only my punishment would be given by military and not an angry father. Between a school called JETS and the hospital was road under construction. There was a sign on the road that indicated a detour. The road was also dirt. I was fallowing an old dump truck going slow. Thus the dust was terrible. I pass the dump truck. Well I did not notice that i had passed the truck at the area where our detour was ended. Well the picture that you have to get in your head would be some think like this. Your driving up the wrong lane of traffic. It is so dusty that you can't see car. What you can see is head lights. Half the cars in Africa don't have all the lights. That means what you think is one head light may be a full car and not just a motorcycle. Next is the sound of horns. In Nigeria a horn is used for even thoughts while you’re driving. Needless to say by the time i got out of that mess I was on a huge adrenaline rush. I knew I was at fault so if I had gotten arrested I would go to jail. If I was in a accident I would still be in Nigeria sorting out the payment and going though the paper work and trying not bribe. I would now like to give credit to the angles who cleared the way and kept me safe. I would also like to thank a Nigeria Rabo who prayed with me before I started my journey and the missionaries who pray for safe journeys. Video and pictures I hope will soon follow.