Nigeria

When I meet someone new, I dread that moment when they ask, very nicely, and where are you from. I mean, we may only have a couple of moments to talk - so what do I tell them? What do they really want to know.
We moved from Northam (in the Wheatbelt) down here to Butler (in the northern suburbs of Perth), and initially I would just tell people that I was from Northam. As the relationship progressed, eventually the truth would come out.


I was born in Nigeria where my parents were working as missionaries with Sudan Interior Mission.  This was before Nigeria gained its independence, and it was still a British dependency.


I have an older sister, and two younger brothers. The mission had a boarding school at Miango, and we traveled there, usually by light plane, for three to six months at a time.


Left Nigeria in 1963.



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