Monday, July 31, 2017

Week 4 - Ghana!!!

Hello everyone,

Wednesday we arrived in Ghana after a long flight. As soon as we left the airport people tried taking our bags for us. I kept mine, but other elders weren't as stubborn so they had to pay them at the car for the service. Driving to the mission home was interesting because of the lights. Green means go, flashing green means go faster, yellow means go really fast, and red means go if there is no police. There are also three things that control the speed limit; pot holes, speed bumps, and can the car go that fast. Oh and for motorcycles the law is that there is no law. So the roads are crazy! Oh and while I have been in Ghana, don't tell mom, but I have never worn a seat belt. That is because there are none except for the driver. In the evening we got our Ghana ID and we ate KFC. Afterwards we got to go to the temple in Ghana.

Thursday we woke up and headed to the stake center by the temple and the new MTC for training and to get our companions and our area assignment. My companion is Elder Olukoya from Nigeria and we are in the Ho zone (yes make all the jokes you want) in the HO HOE area (name of the town) which is the farthest north area in the mission. After the assignment we went to the travel station and rented a trotro for all the missionaries going to Ho. The trip there was insane because on the road people just pass and I saw some very close calls! Also people and animals are crossing. People in the cities walk the streets selling things. We passed through a town, the senior missionaries stopped the trotro and bought snail on a stick (pic below) it tasted like jerky. After four hours we reached Ho then we took another trotro to Hohoe which was another couple of hours. When we got to our apartment it was 8:30. The mountains are beautiful here in Ghana.

Friday was my first day out in the field. Breakfast was scrambled eggs and toast. During personal study I read something that I love, that we should cling to the rod of iron not just hold it but hold it tight. The rod of iron is the word of God and his gospel. We biked to our investigators home Brother Thomas. If you thought driving sounded scary try biking on a road where cars drive everywhere to avoid the thousands of pot holes. Everyone calls people brother or sister and their first name. After our appointment we went to the market and bought two bunches of bananas (one bunch is double the size of ours back home), 12 oranges, 5 pineapple, and a bunch of chicken meat for 70 cds (the Ghanaian money) the exchange rate is one US dollar to 4 cds. The bananas are so much better than back home. We went to Brother Prosper's who is a recent convert and asked him if he has any questions. He did and as we where answering you saw it in his eyes that he understood it.

Saturday we did training until 12:00, then we went to help sister Peace with her talk for Sunday. During that time it started to rain and after we went back to the apartment for a late lunch. Then we went and visited Sister Kafri, and shared a short message.  After our message, she gave us a referral so we went and visited the referral, Sister Rejoice. You could see that she felt the spirit.  After the lesson we went to choir practice, then we went home and ate chicken. Oh, and the bones there, so that was interesting.

Sunday
We took a taxi to the branch.  During sacrament meeting there is a church right behind us and they started playing their organ really loud! That and a generator along with the accents made it really hard to understand. During gospel principle class the teacher kept changing languages to make sure people understood. So I would go 5-10 min with out knowing what was being said. That evening Brother Prosper invited us to dinner which was fufu and soup (pictured below) with fish, which tasted really good. Then brother Prosper asked for a blessing as he goes to court on Monday.

Its going to be a real adventure here in Africa.

Until next week,
Elder Marcusen

 Drive to Hohoe
Snail on a stick
Fufu and soup with fish

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