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Updated: June 8, 2025
"The chief is a very bad man. He is not fit for you to meet. Besides he is drunk now and he doesn't know what is going on. You must stay at Ekenge." "Very well," said Mary, "I will stay, but call the people together so that I can have a Jesus-talk." When the people had all come together, Mary told about God's great love for them. She told them about Jesus who died that they might be saved.
At last, however, tired from her days of work in Ekenge and Ifako, she fell asleep and did not wake up until she came back to Creek Town. Now she was very busy getting ready to move to Ekenge. One of the traders heard about her going to Ekenge. "Do you trust those wild people?" he asked. "Do you think you can change them? What they need more than a missionary is a gun-boat to tame them down."
They tried to live as God wanted them to live. Mary was happy. Now she wanted to build a larger and better mission house in Ekenge. Chief Edem wanted that too. He felt that the church schoolhouse in Ifako quite outshone the little two-room house in Ekenge. Mary wanted doors and windows in the new house. She could not make them. The natives could not. They had never seen any.
Jean, and Mana the slave-girl, Iye the twin-mother of Susie, Akom the first-fruit of Ekenge, and Esien the teacher at Itu, were baptized, and sat down at the communion-table. Many others were there, and joined in spirit in the celebration, but owing to difficult native complications could not take the step, and Mary never cared to force matters.
It will be a chance to tell these people about Jesus who heals the soul-sickness. God will take care of me." "Well, Ma, I do not like it, but you may go if you wish. I will send women with you to look after you. I will send men to protect you." Early the next morning they started on the journey. It was raining hard. After they had left Ekenge, it began to pour.
But there was no alternative, and, arraying herself in the rags, she went forth to meet the critical gaze of the crowd. The medicine she had brought had proved insufficient, and more must be obtained; many lives, she knew, depended upon it. To go back to Ekenge was out of the question. Was there, she asked the people about her, a way to Ikorofiong? The Rev.
In the morning at dawn a guard of Ekenge women came to her door. "The men will join us outside the village," they said. The skies were grey. The rain was falling as they started. When the village lay behind them the rain began to pour in sheets. It came down as only an African rain can, unceasing torrents of pitiless deluge. Soon Mary Slessor's soaked boots became impossible to walk in.
Alexander, who was the engineer of the Mission at this time the natives called him etubom ubom nsunikan "captain of the smoking canoe" remembers arriving when her supply of lymph had run out, and of assisting her with a penknife from the arms of those who had already been inoculated. The outbreak was severe at Ekenge, and she went over and converted her old house into a hospital.
All the magic of the witch doctors could not make him better. If he died, many of his wives, slaves and soldiers would be killed to go with him into the spirit-world. A woman from a neighboring village came to the house of Chief Okurike's wives. "You are sad because Chief Okurike is dying," said the woman. "I know someone who can help him. Far away through the jungle at Ekenge lives the white Ma.
Ma Eme, a tall fat African widow of Ekenge village, who loved Mary Slessor, said, "No, you must not go. The streams are deep; the rains are come. You could never get there." But Mary Slessor said, "I must go." "Then I will send women with you to look after you, and men to protect you," said Chief Edem.
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