Dear America,
Well I'll just start right from the beginning of the week. On Monday we had a lot of activities. We went in the morning to play football on a dirt pitch in Krobo. All of the elders in the zone were there and the branches were invited as well, but only a few people showed up so it ended up being mostly missionaries. Later in the afternoon we had a district activity of making and eating fufu with groundnut soup. It turned into a zone activity because everyone was already there anyways. The food was amazing. It was the best cassava/yam fufu that I've ever eaten. And the groundnut soup was perfect. Elder Lesh and I got assigned to gather the hardware to prepare the food. We also gave the lesson for the zone FHE that happened in the evening.
Last week my dad encouraged me to write down some of the things that I'll 'never forget' because I'll probably forget them. So I've started trying to write down some basic things that seem insignificant or that I wouldn't usually think to write. Today I'll tell you about the roadside shops. First of all, there are a ton of them. They're all in metal box containers that are about fifteen feet by fifteen feet. Some of the bigger shops have two boxes put together. But if you want to start a business in Ghana, it's an unwritten rule that you have to choose in between hairdressing, being a seamstress, selling cheap rice, or selling small household goods. That's it. There are no other areas of enrepreneurship. About 85% of all shops here do one of those things. In their small metal box.
The senior couple came to do apartment inspections this week. They were super impressed by how clean our apartment was and said that it was the best apartment in all of Sunyani and Techiman by a long ways. They were blown away by how "immaculate" (to quote their frequent use of the word) it was. Which is amazing because they're kind of neat freaks. A lot. So thanks to Elder Prior for being a cleaning machine. I've never been praised for cleanliness, so it was kind of disconcerting for me.
I heard a songbird for the first time this week. I had never realized what I was missing. I thought that the chirp and chatter of the others was a song. But now I know.
Well I'll just start right from the beginning of the week. On Monday we had a lot of activities. We went in the morning to play football on a dirt pitch in Krobo. All of the elders in the zone were there and the branches were invited as well, but only a few people showed up so it ended up being mostly missionaries. Later in the afternoon we had a district activity of making and eating fufu with groundnut soup. It turned into a zone activity because everyone was already there anyways. The food was amazing. It was the best cassava/yam fufu that I've ever eaten. And the groundnut soup was perfect. Elder Lesh and I got assigned to gather the hardware to prepare the food. We also gave the lesson for the zone FHE that happened in the evening.
Last week my dad encouraged me to write down some of the things that I'll 'never forget' because I'll probably forget them. So I've started trying to write down some basic things that seem insignificant or that I wouldn't usually think to write. Today I'll tell you about the roadside shops. First of all, there are a ton of them. They're all in metal box containers that are about fifteen feet by fifteen feet. Some of the bigger shops have two boxes put together. But if you want to start a business in Ghana, it's an unwritten rule that you have to choose in between hairdressing, being a seamstress, selling cheap rice, or selling small household goods. That's it. There are no other areas of enrepreneurship. About 85% of all shops here do one of those things. In their small metal box.
The senior couple came to do apartment inspections this week. They were super impressed by how clean our apartment was and said that it was the best apartment in all of Sunyani and Techiman by a long ways. They were blown away by how "immaculate" (to quote their frequent use of the word) it was. Which is amazing because they're kind of neat freaks. A lot. So thanks to Elder Prior for being a cleaning machine. I've never been praised for cleanliness, so it was kind of disconcerting for me.
I heard a songbird for the first time this week. I had never realized what I was missing. I thought that the chirp and chatter of the others was a song. But now I know.
Sisters don't get to wear pants here. Too dangerous and nobody will take them seriously.
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