Papa Lobe was a Daoula man.  Daoula men were at his funeral today in abundance.  They were easy to spot.  They wore long skirts, un-tucked long sleeved white shirts, and little black hats.  We even saw a darling little three year old boy decked out in his little skirt and shirt!  The women were impossible to recognize.  They wore traditional Cameroonian dresses like all the rest of us.  

When our Cameroonian grandchildren spotted us, they made a bee line to where we were sitting and gave us big bear hugs.  These kids call us their White Grandparents.  We tell our grandchildren in America that we are their Black Grandparents.  

The ceremony was in French, translated into Daoula.  A number of the elderly didn't speak enough French to be able to understand what was going on.  Papa Lobe was well honored and our Lord was glorified.  He had selected a number of the songs that were sung.  The Gospel was clearly preached.