Dec. 1, 2014
This week was sweet! I am comfortable in my new area now,
enjoying my new companion, Elder Kiwanuka from Uganda. He is a wonderful, hard
working missionary. The new area is very much city- albeit the worst part is
the open gutter system thus making the place smell like sewage... other than
that it is a great place! I cant say the area is as fruitful as past areas,
although we are able to sit down with more people here because everyone lives
close together. We meet more people each day, that sure is a bonus. I am
enjoying the new experience of serving in a city.
I had one of those moments this week that made me want to
curl up and die of embarrassment. Tuesday, Elder Okwu and I made plans to have
a FHE with our part member family i mentioned last week. We wanted to do
something nice for the family so we decided we would make a special treat of
Yam Fufu, rather than cassava fufu. It is more of a nigerian dish that Elder
Okwu is familiar with. We brought all the food materials and were excited to
have fun with the younger kids preparing food with them and then having a nice
lesson and playing some games. thats what we imagined anyways...
The first problem started when we got very behind schedule
and showed up to their house around 4 pm rather than 2 like we had planned. No
big deal, we still planned to eat by 6 so it wasnt a huge problem... to boil
the yam and make the soup should only take an hour, then another hour to pound
the yam and make fufu. sweet! yeah, well, thats not what happened. I guess
sister C wasnt too familiar with pounding yam so for some reason, it
took THREE HOURS of pounding yam before it was all prepared. THREE HOURS of
beating yam with a stick! everyone was hungry, tired and weak from a long days work.
It was dark, no electricity, and here we were pounding fufu with blisters on
our hands and about to pass out from exhaustion. The youngest children started
to cry because they were hungry and it was 8:00 pm and they hadnt eaten... we
were feeling pretty horrible... then, if that wasnt enough, one of the kids
knocked over the soup to eat the fufu with! gah!! i wanted to die!!! now we had
nothing to eat this fufu we had spent 3 hours pounding with. it laid on the
dirt. ah, it was awful. It was a miracle that no one started fighting!
thankfully, enough of the soup was managed that we were able
to eat in darkness, silence and with just enough food to calm our tired hungry
bodies... a great way to say goodbye!
anyways, my time is up, gotta run. Thanks for the prayers on
my behalf! love you all!
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