Welcome to Kaneshie. This week definitely has gone by quickly with all the changes. It was really sad for me to leave Ashaiman. It has been a good place and I learned a lot but I guess always moving forward. <---- Okay that is actually a very Ghanaian saying. The now President used it as his slogan for the elections about a year ago. Wednesday was the transfer day. Missionaries being transferred all go to the mission home so it was pretty much a party for a hour or two as you are waiting for everything to get sorted out. The first impression of my companion was a little different but go figure, that is usually how it goes. His name is Elder Frimpong and he is from Ghana, but from the Cape Coast Mission side. He is 25 and was a teacher before coming on his mission. He has been on his mission not quite two months yet so it makes for lots of teaching opportunities.


That first night we met a family who is very nice named the Mensons. The father has been in the church for going on 20 years and loves missionaries and tells stories about all the ones that have served in his wards. The daughter is going to catering school and is making cakes as assignments and then trying to sell them. Gave into a guilty pleasure and bought one. Yeah, Ghanaians don't truly understand what cake is suppose to be. They try though so it is all good, that cake disappeared quick enough.

Saturday we had a leadership training meeting. Kind of shocked me into everything that a district leader has to do. All of it kind of makes him the center of all the downward delegation. It is sweet though because the people in our district are pretty good and what not. My companion is the only one I haven't lived with before and that is because he is so new. Something different about my new area is the heat. I wasn't in the city and had fields around and everything but now I'm back to the straight up concrete jungle and less vegetation so the heat is a whole new experience from what I've been used lately. It is also much more commercial style with houses scattered round about. It is good though because there is a definite separation of I guess what you'd call "classes" of people. Find the poor and you've got the humble for the most part. Church was very refreshing. My last ward was somehow filled with apathy from most of the leaders but this new one treats their job more seriously. Hopefully it isn't just an act at church though, this week should let me know. I learned that we have a zone dinner every fast Sunday which is going to be awesome.

A lady in a ward that meets in our building named Momma Lee makes fried rice and chicken every fast Sunday for the missionaries in our zone. Some of them can't come though because it is so far, we are lucky that it is less then a 20min bike ride. I learned a new saying that I guess is really big in the city right now. It is HOT CAKE. I thought it meant that it was selling like hot cakes but they put a new spin on it. Their meaning is that it is off the sheldango. The best of the best around. It was funny when one guy I contacted asked me if the church was the hot cake. So I have a question, who is Westlife? It is some boy band but the people here are eating it up. They love to watch music videos here because they believe everything they see on telly is real and they can't stop watching westlife. Today we went to one of what you'd call an underground market. Parts of it are kind of dug out and what not. My companion wanted to see if he could find yeah something I didn't really get what he was saying. I was having a pretty good time just browsing around and I guess window shopping and talking to some of the shop keepers in Twi. Then you know you always are going to get that group who want to heckle. A group of guys heard and called me over because they don't think you can learn their language if you aren't born here. One guy thought he would be funny and try to outsmart me and speak a different language, Ga, and got a sick look on his face when I answered back. Then his buddies laughed at him and one of them tried to confuse me using Hausa. Obroni 2 and the black guys 0. Did get me some sweet contacts, too bad they don't live in our area. After that we went to some appointments, one was with the Mensons's oldest daughter who will be baptized on Saturday. It was good. Her father wanted us to teach from some manual about the Healing Power of Forgiveness, it was a little unexpected but she has already had all the lessons so there wasn't much else for us to do. That is about the adventure that we had this week. Talk to you next time.


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