District Conference

Dear America,

Life is cruising right along. This week was Thanksgiving, which I did not remember until Thursday night. Coincidentally, however, my Idahoan instincts must have kicked in because I unwittingly made some mashed potatoes with gravy on Tuesday evening. While we were at a member's house, I saw what appeared to be a very diseased potato. It turns out that it's just an African variety of the potato and it's not the same. I bought some, thinking that I would try to make some mashed potatoes and hoping that if it did not come out to be exactly the same, it would at least reach a level of acceptable comparability. Wrong. They were the worst mashed potatoes and gravy I've ever had in my life. The potatoes were very sweet (sugary) and the gravy was a disaster. I'll include a picture. The irony of the situation hit me two days later when I realized that it was the week of Thanksgiving. Hope you enjoyed your real Idahoan potatoes.

On a better note, we had district conference this week where all the branches in Tamale and Bolgatanga met together (5 branches total). We don't have a chapel in the district that is big enough to hold that many people, so we used the meeting center of a local hotel. It was really good. I especially enjoyed the Saturday priesthood leaders' training and adult session. Three of the best testimonies I've ever heard were borne there. We escorted three of our investigators to the conference. All of them are children under the age of 15 from the same family. Their parents are really nice and don't have problems with their children attending the church, but so far haven't shown a lot of interest in coming themselves. That's ok, though. They're surrounded by strong members, so I know that when the time is right they'll come. They're a really nice family.

Ghana's elections are coming up on December 7, so our transfer schedule was adjusted so that we don't conflict with the elections. Usually they don't get violent, but a lot of Ghanaians have warned us to be on our toes. Either way, it means that my next p day will be on Saturday, Dec 3. And not the following Monday. So when you get an email from me on that day, don't be afraid that I'm breaking any rules.

A few weeks ago I found out that Kwasi Aidoo, who I baptized in Kronum, has recieved the Melchizedek priesthood and has been serving as a Stake High Councilman! That is sweet. Kronum was also recently split into 2 wards, so chances are high that he's part of the new bishopric right now. It made me really happy to hear that he has immersed himself so fully in the culture of the church. He's gone to the temple several times, but he's planning to go with his family in January to be sealed. Bam. Fruits that remain.

You asked for a recipe of something that I've eaten lately. Hahahaha recipes don't exist here. This is the closest thing I can get to a recipe:

Rice

tomato paste

dried fish

meat (beef)

spices

oil

onion

pepper

garlic

ginger

Maggi

cabbage

tomatoes

green peppers

Really. That's how they make things here. It takes some getting used to. Most of the time you just have to watch someone make it several times and memorize everything they do. That's probably why they only have like five dishes to choose from here.

I got the package! I didn't know it was coming, but it made me happy. Unfortunately, it passed through customs so everything had been opened and looked at already. And it cost an extra 37 cedis for me to get but it was worth it. I also got the Christmas SD card you sent, but the format is weird so it doesn't work when I try to listen to it. I still haven't gotten the conference SD card. The package was great. We put the presents under our Christmas tree, but Elder Robson couldn't wait to open his. Thanks!

Love,

Elder Nelson

From Last Week...

Some of the west Africans got to ride a horse, which they've never done before
the crocodile sanctuary
the border to Burkina Faso

Paga!

Dear America,

This week flew by. Today we went to Paga, way up on the border of Burkina Faso and just below the Sahara desert. It's the first time I've felt dry since I arrived in Ghana. Now I'm worried about going back to 0% humidity in Idaho. We went to the Paga crocodile sanctuary, a tourism site where you can take pictures with crocodiles. We sat on it, posed with it, held the tail, and fed it a live chicken. It was sweet. Unfortunately, this internet cafe won't let me send pictures so you're just going to have to take my word for it until I can send them.

We've been teaching some neat people. Coincidentally, we've seen an unusually high number of Nigerians. We're fighting fire with fire when we teach Nigerians with a Nigerian. One Nigerian that we met had spoken briefly with missionaries before. When he stopped us, he was riding his moped with a copy of the Book of Mormon. We were surprised, and he later said that he had gone out that day to find us. He had it in his mind that he wanted us to come tell him more. Either we would set up a return appointment or he would give us our book back. We've met with him a few times and the things that we're teaching him are making sense for the most part. Investigators are funny. They'll give you roller coasters of emotions. One minute everything will be going great and then they'll have a problem and then they'll forget or resolve their own problem and then... on and on.

We had a nice broadcast for the Africa West Area last Sunday. It was interesting. If you read emails from Elder Neville, he also has something to say about it. One part of it was when we were told to abandon the traditions of our fathers and instead adopt gospel traditions. Some area-specific traditions were named, and it gives us a lot of work to do in the future. The traditions here are huge. Elder Renfroe (one of the senior missionaries) said that since the broadcast he's now looking at this gigantic mountain of tradition to overcome and thinking that the only way to do it is a few nuclear warheads. Small small, we'll see what we can do.

I'm enjoying!

Love, Elder Nelson

"Tell them I'm not home"

Dear America,

Wow. Donald Trump. I don't know if an African like me is going to be allowed into the US when I return, but I'm expecting crazy things from America for the forseeable future.

One funny thing happened this week: a rat was trying to reenact the movie "Flushed Away" in one of the toilets in the apartment. He got stuck in there. I hated to end his career in film making, but I killed him.

We've been teaching a really promising family recently. Mostly we've been teaching the fourteen-year-old boy and trying to help his parents catch up. They've been very nice to us. Last Sunday, we went to see the family in the afternoon. As we stood on the veranda and knocked on the door, one of the little girls came running over from across the street. I saw her and moved to greet her when a voice from one of the windows called her over. "Tell them I've gone out," the voice said through the window. The little girl just looked over at me, looked back at the window, and said, "See them! They're just here!" The eyeballs looking through the window immediately withdrew and the curtain flew closed in a haste. I thought it was the mother, but she later called to apologize that the children would do such a thing. I'm still not entirely convinced that the children are at fault, but we laughed over it and we haven't brought it up since. They're progressing nicely.

Teaching is always smooth, but getting people to keep commitments is the hard part--both investigators and members. We're working hard to help the members of the branch become more active in the church and in the gospel. Basically everyone I've met would be considered less-active back at home. Everyone. But we do our best. If you have any tips for reactivating members or enticing them to come to church, let me know. 

Elder Nelson

Q&A with Elder Nelson

Give us Captions to the pictures- The two at the river were just when we were walking. Those kids love to catch fish for fun in the disgusting water. Note that the bank is partially made out of garbage. It just breeds disease. The other one is just me playing the piano in the apartment. I sent it because of the tan line on the back of my neck.

Tell us about he progress of the preacher's son. He's taking us to meet his friends from school next Sunday. He's been distributing the pamphlets as we supply them, but we have yet to meet any of the fruits of his labors. So we'll see.

Have you seen any crazy wildlife lately? Goats

Tell us about some of the people you have been working with and their background.- Dad

What do kids in Ghana want to be when they grow up? American. Haha sad but there are so many people who want to travel and make a lot of money.

How do the people spend their spare time. Watching television. A lot of people complain that they don't have money, but they are always inside watching. Especially these stupid translated soap opera episodal shows from India. I tell you, they're making a ton of money off of Ghanaians. 

Tell us about your new companion. Conversion story, family... He was born as a child of record. His parents were members. He has three brothers and no sisters and he's the third-born.

Describe your apartment. It's actually really big, especially for just the two of us. As far as I can tell, we have infestations of ants, geckos, rats, bats, and doves. But they mostly stay out of our way and we kill a few of them occasionally to warn the others.

What are most people afraid of in Ghana? Lots of things. They're afraid of rain, which immediately stops all outside interaction at the first sign of any sprinkle. They're afraid of juju (black magic). The wicked traditions of their fathers permeate the society so that *almost* everyone is affected by it just a little bit. Even members will ask us funny questions about it. They are afraid of other things, but none are coming to mind right now.

What options do they have for vocational or college education? They can go to college, which they call "university". One interesting thing is that it is relatively common to get scholarships for high school, but there are really no available scholarships for university--exactly the opposite of life in the US. 

What childhood games do they play? I know what they are, but I don't know the names. Some involve clapping and jumping, some involve drawing in the dirt, and some involve catching fish in poopy rivers.

What did you bear your testimony about yesterday? I bore it about how the members are a light to the world. Now that they know the truth, it is their responsibility to learn more and follow what they know. In doing so, it will bless their lives and help lift those around them.

Where do they go for vacation? Recreation? They actually travel a lot more than we do. One of the most common trips to take is "to my hometown", which is the place that their parents reside and they were born. Some of them seriously travel every other week.

Describe what you smell in the marketplace. Rotting meat would be high on the list. Animal poop is also sold in little balls (used for soup (yes, really)) and is also on the ground, emitting a pleasant fragrance. The smell of scone-like things frying is there. The smell of sun is also there.

Do you have a bike? Walk? Trotro? We used to have bikes, but the other Elders needed them more. So now we do a lot of walking and occasionally we take a taxi.

If you could teach one principle and have it stick, what would it be? Easy. KEEP COMMITMENTS. 

What comfort food do you crave? Fajitas.

Well I have to go now, but thanks for the questions. I'm loving mission life and everything that comes with it. Have a great week! 

Elder Nelson