Madagascar: After a long pause, our group returned to the Sampanu Church, traveling this time as a party of 22 in two boats. The sight of so many companions making sacrifices to reach these remote villages, where the local churches are small and dispersed, brought both comfort and a renewed sense of purpose. The rainy season had ended, leaving the Tsiribihi River calm and serene. As our boats glided along the still waters, a quiet peace settled over our minds, matching the tranquility of the river.
By the time we reached Sampanu, it was five in the evening. Exhausted from the long journey, we were warmly welcomed by the villagers, who had patiently awaited our arrival. Sampanu comprises several small riverside settlements, and the placement of the church had long been a topic of discussion and occasional discomfort among the villagers. During our visit, they shared their perspectives in two groups, fostering dialogue and understanding.
Soon, it was time for Mass and baptisms. I reminded everyone to first embrace love and unity before the service began. By 9:30 p.m., arrangements were in place, and names of those attending the night Mass were collected. At 10:30 p.m., in the dim light of a temporary hut by the river, we celebrated the Holy Mass. The baptism of eleven children took place on the sandy riverside, a quiet and touching ceremony under the gentle glow of lanterns. By 1 a.m., the community finally rested, hearts full from the day’s spiritual experiences.
The following day, the air was alive with the sounds of preparation for the Masikappi market. Engines roared, boats arrived laden with goods, and villagers set up their stalls, many having attended the night Mass before tending to their livelihoods. Among them was Suwandrina, a survivor of a crocodile attack last year. Her wounds had healed, and she now runs a hotel by the river, sharing her story with humility and resilience.
Each visit to Sampanu brings new experiences. On my previous journey, I had contracted typhoid, and this time, the long hours in the boat caused strain on my legs, resulting in a fractured foot. Yet, the commitment to return for the first sacrifice at the village-recognized church kept my spirit undeterred. Along the way, the river presented challenges: shallow stretches required passengers to disembark and push the boat, and a delivery of fish at one point left our clothes permeated with its strong scent. Despite the physical exhaustion, these days left our minds light and spirits uplifted.
The Sampanu journey is more than a trip it is a testament to faith, community, and the quiet strength found in the gentle flow of the Tsiribihi River. Each visit reinforces the bonds between the villagers and those who come to serve them, leaving memories that linger long after the boats return to the shore.