What an amazing journey from Tsumeb to Mariental.
The two men at the roadside camp started reading the literature n New Testaments immediately.
A previous pix of women at an open market was taken at Otjiwarongo 5 days ago.
When I drove past yesterday I had forgotten which town and recognising them stopped.
The previous time several had responded to the Gospel and I was concerned about follow-up. Imagine my joy that this time I had New Testaments in Ovambo, English and Afrikaans.
There were two young sangoma girls dressed in full regalia but I couldn't take pix and hand out bibles as I was stampeded. Even guys from the taxis.
In the dream I had several days ago, after I shook the jewellery out the bag, two pieces were stuck deep down at the bottom. I knew one jewel was the son of the owners at the first guest house I stayed after I crossed the border.
At Okahandja I stopped to buy souvenirs for the family. I found more stalls behind the road facing stalls. BUY FROM THIS ONE I clearly heard.
Such a ķind gentle man. As figure came to mind after I chose a few items. Included in our conversation was the Gospel in a nutshell. He followed me to receive a NT and immediately sat down next to the road on part of a concrete pylon starting to read.
As I drove away I realised with joy that he is the second jewel at the bottom of the bag.