What happens when a beer truck gets stranded at night?

[This one should be read before the following one] First, you pinch yourself to see if this is a dream. Then you get some of those guys leaving with bottles under their arms to bring a couple over to you. Uh uh. Not in Nigeria. My brothers in Christ do not drink of the vine.

Skip that dream. But what did happen is that we got backed up because of the truck and held still for over half an hour. Then it was already dark. We were driving back from Bp. Crowther Seminary where I had visited the dean, a good friend, and spoken to the students. This delay put us very late in a very dark night.
Not optimal driving conditions in a land where armed robbers and bats come out at night. We turned onto a dirt road that would connect us to another major road into Makurdi. That took us through bush and through several remote villages. The driver, Vaalentine, said he had worked this area evangelizing them. I loved that thought.
But then we found two logs across the road, bringing our vehicle to a halt. Valentine had some strong words with one of the men, and they moved the logs. He told me later he had told them they should be asking prayers instead of money. They apparently agreed.
Logs moved, road open, and off we went. End of adventure, prayers turned to thanksgiving, and dream put on hold.