WITH BILLINGS, NGABA WARD, MONT-NGAFULA, CHEZ NTUMBA

Brother Joseph Ntumba with his granddaughter, Merveille (wonderful) pronounced mare-vay, at Church, Sunday 27 May 2013.

View through the gate in the fence at the entrance to the Chapel, Ngaba Ward, Mont-Ngaful Stake.

View of the Church across the parking lot of the Ngaba warad, Sister Billings with Ntumba granddaughters.

Sister Billings, Sue greeting Joseph Ntumba's daughter. He has ten children, all by the same wife, he quite proudly told me. The oldest is in Chicago. He has a wonderful family. 

Sister Billings, Sue, greeting Sister Ntumba and her youngest daughter, and a granddaughter, obscured.

Sister Billings and Sue seated in the living room chez Brother Ntumba.

Sister Ntumba (R), a daughter (L), three granddaughters. Youngest is named Merveille, pronounced, mare-vay. 

Same group with the Billings, Sue, and Brother Ntumba.

Family photo albums. Brother Ntumba directs the Family History Center, and together with Sister Billings has instructed all the stakes about Family History.

Brother Ntumba, his youngest daughter, and his wife.

Cute granddaughter.

Frere Ntumba saying good-bye to the Billings, his grandson, who speaks admirable English, translating,

Shaking hands goodbye, perhaps for the last time.

Sister Ntumba saying her goodbye and thanking sister Billings, all in Lingala, translated again by the grandson.

Daughter expressing here love and appreciation.

Youngest daughter expressing appreciation.

Merveille, granddaughter.

Hammered copper plate, map of Congo, showing clasped hands, one dark, and one light, and a phrase to commemorate their friendship.

Sister Billings presenting her gift to Frere Ntumba.

Sister Ntumba holding the figurine depicting Joseph, Mary, and the Christ Child.

Closeup of hammered copper plate, gift to Sister Billings from Frere Joseph Ntumba.

Sue in courtyard with two of Frere Ntumba's granddaughters.

Group photo in the courtyard. The Spirit in this home is palpable. Brother Ntumba is a true patriarch in his home, where it feels as though everyone is respected and treated with love and kindness. We went away feeling at peace and almost part of the family.

Sue saying goodbye.

Leaving the side street, entering the paved road, three men laboring to push and pull a chariot loaded with bidons, full of oil, up the hill.

Why the "Y"?