Week was alright.
We met these guys at a barber shop who are all from Congo and speak French so my comp loves going there and we taught them a lesson but they all don't hear a lick of english so Elder Kabuya taught the whole lesson in french. it was so cool. i almost fell asleep a couple times but it was dope.
Also with kabuya, the other day out of nowhere he flips me off and says, "what this mean?" hahaha i'm like wooooaaaahhh dude put that down and he just stares at me with a blank face and still flipping me off and im like, "dude dont do that" hahaha and still holding it up he's like, "why?" hahah so i explain it to him and while still holding it up he replies, "ohhh" and then keeps flipping me off and then theres silence and i'm like, so yeah dude put it down and finally he stops hahaha it was so funny.
Walking home one night and we pass by this supermarket and theres this drunk guy standing out front and he stops us and is like, "yes thank you men of god can you please help me?" and then he shows us this broken cardboard box with 3 live chickens in it and some other trash and he explains his box broke and he has to find another one to hold the chickens and he asks us to watch his chickens while he goes to find another box hahahaha so we just stand there waiting and then the passers by start looking at us super weird and some ask to help us and we're like, no we are helping someone right now hahaha and then he comes back with a new box, praises god and sends us on our way.
Met the weirdest dude in my life on Sunday. out of nowhere, half way thru sacrament meeting this rhasta dude walks in with torn street clothes, holding a hymn book and sits down in the congregation. then during someones talk he walks to the sacrament table and sits there. after a few minutes, he stands up and bows (still during someones talk) and then sits in the choir seats for the rest of the meeting... then afterwards we go to meet him and he introduces himself as James, later i ask for his address and he tells me to write "91823426723821"..... i'm like okay thats not a house number, where do you stay, he's like, "in town" (which is like a 30 minute drive from our area...still not sure how he got to the chapel) and I look down and see the hymn book he is holding has "glenview 2nd ward" written on it (that ward is on the other side of harare, not even close to town or our area) hahahahaha so then nothing is adding up and im like, alright just write down your information and he takes me planner and writes the following:
Ezra Taft Benson
house number 9182
glenora c extension (never heard of this place)
ID 65166432742 (yes his ID number)
seeguid (no idea what this means)
Then after a long silence he's like, "okay lets go to sunday school" and then he leads us to the investigators class as if he's been there before. he sits next to me and he starts flipping thru his hymnbook and i see torn out pictures from other church manuals inserted within the pages of his hymnbook and all of them are pictures of Ezra Taft Benson........... then his drivers license falls out of the book and i see all the information and the picture had been scratched out with a rock........ and then he was laughing at random times during the lesson and then during priesthood he puts his arm around me and kinda grabs my back and im thinking to myself like, "why in the world is this happening" and then finally he gets up and walks up front to the teacher, whispers something in his ear and then he walks out and left the building and we never saw him again.
Easily the creepiest and most bizarre thing i have experienced.
We met an awesome woman this week. Walking down this street and two mamas whistle to us and call us over so we walk in there gate and talk to them and they said they want to join our church so then i start thinking there gonna say something about wanting to go to America with me but they actually had concerns about their church and wanted us to teach them. So we explained a little bit and set a return appointment and came back to find one of them, Teresa, and we taught the whole restoration to her and she loved it and asked us about marriage in the church because she wants to be married to her husband but the catholic church told them they had to pay a ton of money to do it there. She was really excited to come to church but then on Sunday we didn't see her. But i think in the future she'll progress.
We also met this woman after kabuya taught the lesson in french at the barber shop that was interesting. we met her right as we were leaving and she's like, "wow im happy to see you guys.".... haha we are like, oh okay cool and ask her why and she says, "i saw both of you in a dream the other day, and you were teaching me the gospel" (and she looks at our nametags and points at them saying) "yeah yeah i remember these black nametags". we were like, "........that is awesome so when can we make your dream come true?" haha and we set an appointment. then we went there and the family was like, "yeah she doesnt stay here"....... pretty anticlimactic story.
Skyping on mothers day was awesome. Last call until i come home. Time is flying.
Started teaching a cool family after church on Sunday. The mama's family was baptized (except her) in Botswana an eternity ago and now she wants to join the church with her husband! Niiiiiiice.
Couple times this week where we were meeting people and it felt like the Lord was leading us and we were walking in the way He prepared for us. Really cool.
Mbare still ghetto as ever. Love it.
Hope you all enjoyed your week and Happy Mother's Day!
Stay Steady Grindin'
Sharp,
Elder Anderson
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