The MTC was kind of long. Not that I wasn’t learning, I just
really wanted to be out in the field. My companion there was Elder
Chimechefucam, a good guy from Nigeria. Nigeria is a rough place and the
Nigerians in the MTC still behaved as they would in Nigeria, Survival. They
would save food and assert dominance and just do silly basabasa things
sometimes. There were two other Americans, Elder Judy and Moffit. They were
nice to have around. But I still just really wanted to get out of there.
On May 29, 2013, I got on trotro (a 15 seater bus like
vehicle that fits about 30 people or more…almost) and headed out to the Cape
Coast Mission Home. Ghana is not that large a country and distances between
things aren’t actually that big, but cars hear only go their top speed of 50-60
kph. I am not too sure but it is only about 35-40 mph so everywhere takes a
looong time to get anywhere.
My biggest prayer coming out was having a trainer who would
get me off to a good start. And I got Elder Harris, about 6’6’, started the
mission 16 months ago weighing 270 lbs and now weighing 180 lbs. Lineman to
basketball player in a little more than a year. I have already lost 10 kg
whatever that is in lbs. Elder Harris is on a strict “Eat lots of food so you
don’t die” diet so I am doing all right. His name is Jeff Harris from Nephi,
Utah. If you want to look him up on Facebook to see before and after. He is a
great guy. He loves fufu, cooking and wouldn’t you know it… Superman. He is a BIG
Superman fan. On the mission he is eve called superman because he works hard
and wears a superman shirt to activities. You probably got my picture of us
wearing them. People thought it was super (pun) funny that I loved Superman as
well. I was even called Superman once already. Cool I’ll take it.
So I am in the Takoradi Zone, West Tanokrom District and
Agona-Nkwanta Area. Agona-Nkwanta is a small little town west of Cape Coast
about 40 minutes north of the Coast. Every one here just calls it Agona but on
a map it is Agona Nkwanta because there are multiple Agona’s in Ghana. It is a
very third world town. They haven’t seen many white skinned people before.
There is not running water, so no bathrooms. Boys and girls just pee in
the gutter. There are about 3 foot gutters along the road, no sidewalks. And
they are flowing with Black Death. Everything smells terrible, but I am slowly
getting used to it. There are 2 main roads with a roundabout in the middle of
town. It is the center of town where you can’t get anywhere without going
thorough it unless we take the back road shortcuts which means
random mess of houses and shops with no apparent organization. I decided that
we should call them by Quadrants. Quadrent 1 is mostly the market and some
houses. The market is open small everyday, but gets massive on Wednesdays and
Saturdays. On those days “I had to go to market” is a legitimate excuse to miss
a lesson because it is the only day they can buy essential things, like soap,
big jugs of water and food in mass. During the week, you can buy small basically everything and anything that you never wanted. They find the
weirdest stuff to sell.
Along the roads are also shops, basically everyone in the town sells from a tiny shop, usually made from storage
containers or out of ghetto shacks. Most of them all sell the same junky
snacks. There is not a set price for most things but there’s definitely an
“Obruni Price” which is basically “Let’s see how much money we can rip out of
these rich white Americans” price. Where as we are white we are not rich and my
comp has been in Agona long enough to know the true prices of things. We do a
lot of bartering if you don’t know them or get dashed (given something for
free) if we do know them. There are a few members with shops and whenever they
see us they send their naked children to us with free stuff. Most of the time
it is water sachets, which are plastic pouches of pure water for 10 Peswes.
The money here is an interesting story. It is in transition
from “old” currency to “new” currency. So little green colored orange (irony)
is either 1 Cedi or 1000 Cedis. At first I was like woah! Expensive apple
(orange?)! But they are equal. The government changed their decimal places and
printed new money. Cedis now are what are used. They come in 1, 2, 5, 10, 20,
50. I was exaggerating about the orange, they are only 20 peswes or their
version of cents. One Cedi is worth 50 cents so everything is dirt cheap here.
Most things on the street cost less than 2 Cedi so a little money goes along
way. I just wish we came here with Pounds! In the “Big City” on the map, which
is Takoradi, you can buy anything for cheap. My companion bought $200 headphoes
for 60 Cedi or 20 dollars. He made sure the ones he bought were valid but you
can buy any name brand stuff here. . . kind of. Ghananians like stickers.
We have a bunch of investigators who are awesome people. We
just baptized Valentine on Saturday. I got to do it, which was pretty cool. The
service was at Takoradi Stake Center about an hour, 1.50 Cedi by trotro. When we
got there the water was straight yellow. We are baptizing Grace on Tuesday and
hopefully 3 or 4 more by the end of the month. I’ll let you know. We are
teaching a lot of people. Members are so excited for us to be fulltime in their town. Elder Harris and I are the
first companion to be in Agona full time meaning we live here. My first few
days were moving in and getting ready to work out here. So it was a weird few
days. We moved from Takoradi, were (my first first day) the key snapped in the
lock and we had to wait outside for 3 hours with some bread and good
conversation.
I am lucky. Elder Harris can cook and is teaching me how. We are
baking a cake for Grace and her baptism on Tuesday. A cake . . . on a stove??
Just plain Ghana magic. We have been given food a little bit but we usually
cook or eat out. A giant bowl of fufu is only 2 cedi so it works well in a
budget. It is actually way good. I haven’t had
much weird meat yet. But, dog, cat and snake are on the menu of the
future. Chickens, goats, cows and dogs just roam free and go where they please.
Which could mean the road in front of a car. Then it just becomes first come
and first serve.
It is the rainy season and it is the worst rain there has ever
been. It rains pretty much every day and its hard. We were caught in a
giant storm in Takoradi, for a meeting, on the way home there was about 2 feet
of water which covered the road . . . and the black death gutters . . . we were
crossing a street and toppled in. That was just gross. And saying gross is a
big deal because I have gotten use to most gross things. Sorry it is so small.
If you add another page it doubles the price. I love you guys. I hope this gets
to you. I am doing well. And there is a great work happening. I love you and
yabishya bo!
PS. I love the work here. It is making my testimony so
strong. I am doing things and I know that I couldn’t be doing them without the
Lord’s help. Like giving marriage advice. How do I know! I have never been
married! But we are helping a lot with the knowledge we have and following the
spirit. I know I am making a difference in these people’s lives as well as my
own. When I was in the MTC I was discouraged by the diligence of the rest of
the Elders and I felt like I was above them not in a pride way, but in a
knowledge and love for the gospel and in obedience kind of way. My prayer was
to have a humbling experience and boy did I. I taught a bunch of lessons with
the missionaries at home so I felt super ready in the MTC. Basically,
everything I learned in the MTC hasn’t helped me. America teaching is worlds
different than Ghana small town teaching. Got here and I know nothing -- we
teach one principle at a time and give them homework assignments to see if they
are serious. I know that I am sent here for a purpose and I am being so
blessed. I love this mission and the gospel and I know it is true.
This was so great to read. I've experienced a lot of things, but never a third world village. Those gutters -- Yikes. When you come back, you will have to show us all how to make stove-top cake! I had to think about your "felt like I was above them, but not in a pride way, but in a love of the gospel etc. way" comment, and I think I can relate to that. For me, personally, I'm still not sure if it is pride when I feel this way. Somebody I was discouraged with and thought was a less-than-diligent partner in a calling I once had, later got what some might think of as a fairly high administrative calling, while I got a new calling that some might think of as less significant, though I gained a testimony that Heavenly Father wanted me there to serve the needs of a very few in a way I was uniquely positioned to serve them. I saw this person --the one I was discouraged with when we were partners -- smile when I was called, and it was not a nice smile. It was a "How do you like me NOW?" smile. I could feel some resentment creeping up, and had to say a quick prayer to Heavenly Father to help me focus on what was important. Through several such prayers, I received a testimony of my calling. But, the lesson I learned was to not write anything off as absolutely not or absolutely yes being pride. It could go either way at any moment.
ReplyDeleteYou are a great example. Keep it up. I looke forward to every installment!