There is a place in my village of Nkporo Nigeria called Ukwa. Ukwa is not a spectacular place and laden with mud huts and a dilapidated bridge that gives a car a serious workout when the driver of a car attempts to drive over it. The rail that supports the side of the bridge is intended to keep a car from rolling over the steep drop to the small stream full of people bathing down below.
Only one car can get through it at a time. Drivers and their passengers alike hold their breath as they drive over the bridge. The local and national governments seem disinterested in the welfare of the people, and do not take the time to fix the bridge. Asked why there has not been any accidents at this very dangerous bridge, elder Agwu Uka, the Nchuaja of the Chiist Obasi Oha in Ukwa said that they pour libations at the bridge in the mornings, asking Chineke and the ancestors to hold the bridge up.
As simplistic as this may sound, it is indeed the way that the villagers overcome challenges and limitation by depending and believing in themselves. It is amazing to me how a bridge that has been there for over 60 years with no real maintenance continues to hold up. Perhaps the Ancestors are indeed holding it up. They believe it…who’s to argue?