Cultural Immersion in Koma Hills: A Journey of Faith, Simplicity, and Transformation
“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to live in a culture untouched by modernity? Join me as I recount my transformative journey among the Koma people—a tribe that taught me the true meaning of community, simplicity, and faith.” Adeleye M Oni Table of Contents The Journey To Koma Hills I still remember the day missionaries visited our school fellowship during my secondary school days. The sun beat down on the rusty corrugated iron roof of our auditorium, casting a warm glow over the rows of curious students. It was amidst this familiar backdrop that I first heard the stories of the Koma people. During one such visit, we heard stories about a people group in Koma Hills, Adamawa State, Nigeria, who still practiced nudity in a world increasingly shaped by modernity. This unusual practice fascinated me. What I found particularly intriguing was how the Koma people could thrive in a world so vastly different from my own, where the comforts and familiarity of modern life were nowhere to be found. The missionaries shared stories about the Koma people’s unique way of life, . What I found particularly intriguing was how the Koma people could thrive in a world so vastly different from my own, where the comforts and familiarity of modern life were nowhere to be found. Adeleye M Oni The seed planted in my heart during those secondary school days lay dormant for years, until it was rekindled at a youth camp. It was there that I stumbled upon a circular inviting volunteers for a one-month mission trip to Koma Hills. As soon as I saw it, As I read the circular, a shiver ran down my spine. It was as if the stories I had heard years ago came flooding back, and I felt an inexplicable sense of connection to this mysterious place and its people. My heart racing with anticipation, I knew I had to be a part of this journey. Here was the opportunity to meet the very people whose stories had lingered in my mind all those years ago. Driven by a sense of purpose and insatiable curiosity, I signed up for the trip, eager to experience the Koma people’s way of life firsthand and gain a deeper understanding of their culture beyond the stories I had heard. As we prepared for the trip, our team went through weeks of prayer and fasting, seeking spiritual and physical readiness for the journey. We had the medical and teaching team. I was assigned to the teaching team, which meant that I would spend much of my time interacting with the Koma people, sharing teachings and preaching. As I contemplated my role on the teaching team, a mix of emotions swirled within me. I felt a thrill of anticipation, knowing that I would be sharing teachings and preaching to the Koma people. At the same time, a sense of duty settled upon me, reminding me of the weight of responsibility that came with this opportunity. . Chapter 3: Arrival and First Impressions We took off from Minna, the capital of Niger State, Nigeria, to Yola, the capital of Adamawa State, Nigeria. The trip lasted for two days. Then from Yola to Koma Hills took us another three days’ journey. We crossed a total of ten rivers. The journey to Koma Hills was physically demanding, taking us several days through rugged terrain and crossing numerous rivers, but every challenge along the way felt like part of the mission. The journey was grueling, and there were times when I felt like giving up. But my passion for sharing the Gospel and experiencing new cultures kept me going. Even when we encountered deadly snakes, I persevered, knowing that this experience was worth the challenges. True to it by the time we reached Koma Hills, I knew this was more than just a trip—it was an experience that would challenge and shape me. Our Arrival After days of traveling through rugged terrain, we finally arrived at Koma Hills late in the evening. As we highlighted from the motorcycle that brought us, the wind howled, blowing away the mission camp. We quickly sprang into action, setting up a makeshift shelter to protect ourselves from the elements. Although I was tired, it reminded me of how the patriarchs of faith were said to set up tents as they sojourned during their time. The many teachings I was taught when I was in Sunday School about being pilgrims on earth came rushing back. Customarily, when I arrive at a new place, I can’t sleep; it takes a while to acclimatize. But as I was thoroughly tired, I slept off. As I emerged from my tent at 3 AM, I saw figures standing on the cliff, their silhouettes illuminated by the flickering flames of a fire that crackled and spat in the darkness. The fire cast a warm, golden glow on the surrounding rocks, and the smell of wood smoke and damp earth wafted through the air, transporting me to a place both familiar and unknown. They stood vigilant, their eyes scanning the horizon. I later learned that these were the soldiers who kept watch over the community, ever ready to defend against potential threats. This reminded me of the watchmen in the books of Isaiah and Jeremiah. It also reminded me of the five wise virgins who had their lamps burning, emphasizing the importance of vigilance. I saw figures standing on the cliff, their silhouettes illuminated by the flickering flames of a fire that crackled and spat in the darkness. Adeleye M Oni Chapter 4: The History, Culture, and Traditions of the Koma People The Koma people’s unique culture and traditions are a fascinating aspect of their identity. To truly understand this enigmatic tribe, it’s essential to delve into their rich cultural heritage. The Koma people are an indigenous hill-dwelling ethnic group residing in the Alantika Mountains of northern Adamawa State, Nigeria, and in Northern Cameroon. Their official discovery in 1986 by a
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