The service lasted 2 hours again, and I translated for Bruce. I wanted to take some photos before and after but the camera was playing up again. The congregation was really small this time – just the Mugaruras, us, Danieli and one of another family’s daughters. I took a photo on the way home to show the tall grasses that hide the paths in many parts of the island.
Danieli brought us some coca cola to drink as a gift – we were quite glad as we’d run out of water again! We had a snack of bananas to go with it, but lunch wasn’t till just before we left for a service at Fideli’s. The local mourning custom is to hold services and prayer meetings for 9 days after a Christian’s death, and many people come and visit the family and even stay with them during this time to comfort them. Mama said we’d have to hurry as they fine people who turn up late!
The service started at 4.30 pm, and lasted about an hour. The preaching was very vigorous, given by Danieli’s father-in-law. He knew some English and chatted with us a little. As the camera was behaving a bit better, I took photos of Fideli’s family and the grave to try to make up for Saturday.Tea was nice: chicken, rice and sweet potato.
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