
“Dave, hand me le couteau o teole ko” Is there anyone in the world who understood that sentence? Probably not unless you speak French, English and Bakoum. And who is the only person in the world who speaks these languages? My husband. Who then is the only person in the world who understands me? That’s right, my husband. There are few greater joys then to work side-by-side with Dave. We pull our hair out together over linguistic issues, we pray for our people group together, and we laugh and laugh at the awkward things we end up saying and doing. Further, I married a city boy who grew up in the suburbs and little did I know that he would turn into a serpent killing, fix-anything-with-a-couple-of-sticks, lizard-eating jungle warrior.