Upon getting back to
the hotel, Elsie called to inform me that her friend, Susan, had called the
South African Embassy in Nigeria to arrange for Mike's visa. She asked me for Mike's
phone number so she could tell him how to go about it.
After about thirty
minutes, Elsie called back to say that both she and Susan had called Mike and
that the Charge d'Affairs of the embassy had also called Mike and told him to
forget about getting any letter from Shell for his visa and instead to get to
the embassy before 12noon the next day, Friday, December 23rd and collect his visa. They eventually agreed for Tuesday 27th, since
Mike would be unable to make it into Lagos before noon because of the Christmas
weekend rush at the airports, and Monday 26th was a public holiday.
I was amazed. Mike had
been trying so hard to get a letter from Shell that he would take to the
embassy to get his visa, and now he was being offered the visa. Could God be
any more awesome?
Later as I was praying,
I admitted to God that it was very painful seeing Kechi lying there, broken and
bruised. Just then I was reminded of His Son on the cross, broken and bruised.
I heaved a huge sigh and went to bed...
To be continued...
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