Toussaint is very involved in the Catholic Church in Tchekpo. He took me to his church when I first arrived in Tchekpo, introduced me to everyone, and made sure that I had a front row seat. He works with the church youth groups, sings in the choir, and he reads some of the prayers during the mass. He also has quite the cute dance moves, when they all get up and have a procession through the church during the offertory.
I fretted over what to cook for them. Not knowing what they might and might not like, and also not knowing if what I cooked would turn out well. Aloughba and Toussaint had been to my house for impromptu dinners, but this was different. I wanted this to be special. I decided to prepare Spanish rice. It seemed like something I could do, something they might like, and also maybe slightly different than their daily fare, yet not too different. Togolese eat a lot of rice and tomato sauce concoctions; this just had a little different twist to it. On Saturday I walked to the marche, and picked up all the ingredients I didn’t already have.
|Toussaint, Celestine, Philomene and Desire|
Dinner was nice. Toussaint said a prayer before we started eating. To my pleasant surprise, they seemed to really like the Spanish rice and all of the food, as they each had two or three helpings of everything. There were no leftovers. Celestine helped me with the dishes, and then they went on their way home.
Philomene and Desiree showed up at my door about an hour later. I wasn’t sure why, but then I saw that they wanted to get into my basket of art supplies. They stayed and colored and played with stickers for about an hour.
Toussaint told me that Celestine wants to have me over for dinner.
It was really, a very nice way to spend the Sunday afternoon.