There were so many people needing a wheelchair to get to the gate that we ended up on one of those motorized carts. Another woman in the business lounge and I hopped on the back seat, while her husband and Dennis headed to the gate on foot. While I chatted with her, learning that they lived in Copenhagen and were flying to the US to see the eclipse, visit friends in Minnesota, and visit New Orleans, Dennis was learning that the husband had done mission work in Nigeria.
When we all got back together at the gate, I mentioned that my parents had been missionaries in Nigeria. The husband asked where, and I responded Bukuru, and went on to explain since I was sure he would never have heard of the tiny village of Bukuru, with Jos as the nearest town of any size. But the husband got a big smile on his face, nodded, and responded, "TCNN?" So, not only did he know of Bukuru, he knew of the Theological College of Northern Nigeria.
What a small world!
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