My name is Camille. I am from France. There I studied to be a primary school teacher. After my studies, I decided to take some months to travel, discover another culture and serve God. India was already in my heart but God directed me to Cambodia. There I got to know a missionary who became a very good friend. Her name is Adono Krose and she comes from Medziphema, which is in Nagaland, a part of India! One day she asked me if I want to go to her home town with her for Christmas. Of course I said yes! It was in 2013. I knew it was going to be different from my expectations. But I did not know it was going to be the beginning of a wonderful adventure.
Three years later, I am studying in a Bible school focused on mission, in the Netherlands. I chose Mumbai as a place for my 6 weeks internship and Medziphema as a place for a week holiday. While going to Nagaland for the second time, I had the same feeling of going back home. A feeling of excitement mixed with the impression that I was away just for a week, although it has been 3 years and 4 months. I was reminded of that when I saw the children; they have grown up. The Krose family welcomed me again. They sometimes call me Aunty Camille or the French Krose. The other people of Medziphema remember me as the tree climber. Their faces are familiar but many have to be introduced to me again. I like to see them in the church, wearing their Angami traditional shawl and singing hymns in Tenyidie. They are all so beautiful!
I enjoy trying new things. The first time I was in Nagaland, I had a lot of those opportunities, especially about food. I ate monkey, porcupine, flying squirrel and even python. This time, I experienced new activities. Sometimes challenged by friends, I did my best to be more Naga. I drove a Bolero and rode a big motorbike. I caught a chicken but I failed in catching the gecko in my room. I received a nice bite instead. Shüyie!
I am so thankful for all the people who shared with me smiles, a bit of their culture and also their friendship. I have been blessed in so many ways. I would have loved to visit Thekrüjuma again, but the week was too short. Please if you know people living there, send my greetings to them. Anyway, I will for sure come again.
Finally, I also thank God for the work he has been doing in Nagaland for the last 100 years. It is so great to find such a big family in Christ in a country so far away and different from my native France. I pray that God will still use Naga people to reveal his glory, spread his word and make disciples in the whole India and beyond.
“Long live Nagaland”