Kakra, kakra
My friends! I hope things are going well for each and every
one of you. For me, things are great. I am officially in Ghana, in my area,
with my companion, and life is good.
On Tuesday morning I left for the mission home with my group
of 19. The Accra MTC was delightful. Our 5 days there were due to a scheduling
error, but God's hand was in that, as it is in everything.
I've seen that so much this week. My area is just perfect
for me. I'm serving in the city of Cape Coast where I will have so many
opportunities to grow and grow and hopefully not get hit by a motorcycle or
car.
The streets are crazy here. They're very narrow, and
everyone drives fast. Motorcycles are much more popular than cars, and everyone
drives very fast. Also, horns are very popular and essential to not getting run
over. My opinion of being honked at has changed a lot. It's kind of a lifesaver
now.
My companion is amazing. His name is Elder Komiha and he's
from Zimbabwe. He's a very patient, obedient guy and we have a great
time.
We live in the same apartment as Elder Juliasse and Elder
Nzweme. Elder Juliasse is from Mozambique and is super funny. Elder Nzweme is
also hilarious and comes from DR Congo. It's been so great to live with guys
that are so different from me. When we eat (and man do we eat), we have a big
pot and all eat out of it. It's super fun, and makes dishes simple.
The church is strong here and we are excited to help make it
stronger. In Fante, which most everyone speaks here except me, kakra, kakra
means small, small. It's a very common expression, and it applies to all of us.
Being a missionary can be strange and different, but if you take it in kakra
pieces, everything will be OK. I love you all paa!
Love,
Elder Johnson
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