Scared and Sad
July 27th, 2008The week before last we were spending some days at the retreat center in Miango, 45 minutes away. We were there partly for a break and partly to work: Barb was taking care of Timothy while Saralynn was involved in a writers’ workshop developing Sunday school curriculum, and I had some networking work to do.
Friday night, our last night there, I woke at about 2:40 am to the sound of the compound siren alarm. I didn’t have time to think about whether it was a real or false alarm because within seconds gunshots erupted all over. With my heart racing, I checked our door and set the lock so it couldn’t turn, then stuffed my good computer under the dirty laundry in the bedroom door — perhaps I could give up my old computer and keep the new one hidden if the thieves came into our house.
In the small guest house there were no window-less or interior rooms, so I got Luke into bed with Barb and myself and we just lay there and prayed as the gunfire went on and on. Sometimes it sounded like it was very nearby, just outside, though usually it was farther away.
Not too long ago, there was no communication from Miango, but now some cell phones work. I tried calling the missionaries living at Miango whose numbers I had, but their phones were not on. Saralynn’s phone didn’t work either but she or David did text me to say that they were ok.
I called a member of our security committee to let him know what was happening. He told me he and another member would alert the police and then go to Miango themselves. I said I thought with all the gunfire that there must be police or military on location already, but that I didn’t really know anything.
The shooting continued for another hour. I got a call from one of the security committee telling me that one of the missionaries had been taken hostage. I didn’t tell Barb or Luke but I guess Luke heard the word "hostage" on the phone because he started asking questions and I just said "we don’t know much right now."
I suppose it was around 4 or 4:30 when the siren was turned off and a phone message said that the village vigilantes and a couple of armed missionaries were checking around the compound to make sure all was secure. The hostage had been released after being forced to lead the robbers to another house and gain entry there.
We slept then until about 6:30 when the mission director called me, thinking I was part of the crisis intervention team, asking how the missionary family was doing. I went to check but it appeared everyone was asleep so went back to our cottage and just waited around until breakfast, while answering more questions from Luke and assuring him that the bad guys were all gone.
At breakfast all the guests and staff were talking, of course, and piecing together the events. The robbers had forced their way into the house two down from ours, taken some property and then used one of the guests as a hostage to get to another house, then likewise to a third. One person had been shot in the foot, we heard, and had been taken to Evangel hospital, and there were a couple of other minor injuries, but otherwise everyone was ok, a great relief.
We heard that there had been no police on the compound, so I suppose the gang had started shooting off their weapons to keep everyone away after the siren went off and they continued plundering. We heard that the local vigilantes had pursued and caught some of the gang some distance away, and were beating them.
We packed up and left for home about 8:30, and about 5 miles from Miango came upon a big commotion with police cars, crowds shouting, … we figured it was some of the robbers. I was focused on driving and didn’t look, but David said that a couple of the men appeared to be dead.
We got home and unpacked, then Barb and I went to work at the office. We gradually heard more through the day although the details still weren’t clear. We heard that at least 10 robbers had been caught and all had been beaten to death by the villagers or vigilantes. It seems there were some missionaries with the pursuers, and they tried to stop the beating, but without success in such an angry crowd. The police, when they arrived, did not stop the killing either.
Though we understand the different perspectives on justice, and the frustration with a justice system that often fails, and though we know that the armed robbers were gambling with their lives, the news of those violent deaths, along with the scary night, shook us. It was some days before I felt back to normal.
The worst part, though happened today, when we learned that our driver’s older son was one of those killed. Magit had told me only Friday that his son had been missing since Thursday the week before, having gone off "to visit a friend" that night. I saw the possible connection but it didn’t seem very likely in a city the size of Jos that the son would be one of those in that gang, but this morning Magit said that Friday he had arrived home to find a crowd already there consoling the family–somehow his son had been traced. It’s the worst nightmare for them, hard for us to grasp at all that it can have happened. We’re sad.


In The Lord of the Rings, sloth (personified by Wormtongue) has turned King Théoden from a brave ruler to a passive shadow, waiting for the events of the world, unwilling and unable any longer to work, fight, risk, and sacrifice to try to change those events. It takes an exorcism by Gandalf to restore Théoden’s courage.
Lizards are welcome in our home because they eat insects. I sometimes feel sorry for them thinking that they probably don’t have enough insects to survive very long, but I guess that’s life in the jungle. Here is a baby lizard I found in the sink this week, only an inch long. He escaped down the drain, perhaps to a richer life in the soakaway or septic tank.
While I’ve been happy overall not to have the responsibility of the pediatric service on my shoulders in the past few months, I do feel sad at times to be away from those particular patients I had grown to know, especially those in the HIV/AIDS clinic since I saw them so often and rejoiced to see their progress. As Saralynn mentions in 


