Week #10 - Yahoo!!! Double Digits!

Dear Family and Friends,

 The home of my friend Fatmata James who is the District Young Women's President. Notice the little one literally getting potty trained.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

We sat down for Sacrament meeting next to a family (and a lot of families consist of just a matriarch and many children, some of whom are not hers). A little boy came up and sat next to me, and I noticed some sores on his hands that looked like broken blisters, but his sister leaned over to me and said that he had some kind of skin disorder and the little guy proceeded to show me lesions all over his hands, arms and legs. As the meeting progresses, he sits ever closer to me and finally ends up laying somewhat on my lap; I am thinking, skin lesions of an unknown origin, ugh....and then I think of the scripture, “suffer the children to come unto me for of such is the kingdom of God....” I am almost bathing myself in hand sanitizer on a daily basis, what have I got to lose? I rubbed his back, held on to him - the same thing I would do with any of my grandsons.

I attended the Relief Society, and was promptly asked to teach the lesson. I have got to prepare some lessons to have with me so at a moments notice, I can just step up and teach these wonderful people.

We stayed for 6 hours of meetings in the Kissy building so I could be part of the District choir practice. With the new mission president coming in 2 weeks, a devotional is in the prep stages for him to speak on the 14^th of July and Scott and I are in charge of the evening. I wanted special music, and got an entire district singing. 

I've got to get some material and have an African outfit made for me.

What was supposed to start at 4:00 pm didn't get started until 4:30 pm so of course, I needed to go to the bathroom. Same building as yesterday, and when I approached the door and tried it, sure enough it was locked. I thought for sure being Sunday, that they would be open for the use of the members. So, I approach a man who looks like he would know something about keys. Come to find out, there are no keys as they have been “lost” (how do you lose a bunch of keys?). So he gently leads me around the corner of the bathroom and shows me out in the far corner of the Church lot a make-shift temporary toilet enclosed in zinc (flashing), with no door and not the most sweet smelling. But being the trooper that I am and with no other choice off I go. As I came out and around the corner, I was greeted by one of the full time elders with the same need. He had quite a chuckle when he saw where I had just come from.

Same church as the day before only keys are now lost and this is the temporary facility!

The choir finally gathered, and it was so much fun to sing with them! The choir director, Sister Brown, was every bit as demanding as a good church choir from home. My friend Fatmata James was there, and we sat together. The love I feel for that woman! I tell her how cute she is, and she just blushes and looks down. I love these women and am discovering now that the tears I shed and the pleading prayers I offer now are more for these wonderful people than they are for me.

Sunday after church hanging out with the ladies while we wait for choir practice to start.

On our way home as we were driving down Kissy Road, we came to a complete stop (happens all the time on this road) and while waiting for traffic to get moving again, I see a local citizen running down the street between the cars and the curb. He makes a complete stop right in front of my window and proceeds to pull quite vigorously on my door handle to attempt to get in and take me along with my backpack (because I am not about to let it go). When he can't get that door open, he works on the door behind me! I am a little frightened and my companion (Scott) seems to be clueless as he is just trying to move the truck forward. Thankfully, I lock my side of the truck!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Another reality check today as we went out with the missionaries of the Thunderhill Branch to plot the membership with a GPS system for future plans to split the branch. The weather is the coolest before 10:00 am and after 4:00 pm and we were in the middle of the heat as we met up with the elders at 10:30 and started our walk through the neighborhoods of the branch searching out the membership. Oh my! 

We begin the process of finding the members of the branch.

 Laundry day in the neighborhood.

 We are out with the missionaries and a GPS system, plotting where members live.

This is a typical neighborhood where our members live.

They come so neatly dressed to church and when I see where they live and how they live, I am humbled by the effort they make to look so beautiful and handsome for church. How do they manage without any power? They can't manage without their plastic buckets, cups, tubs, etc. They are the most brilliant colors and they are multi-colored. Everyone has them because they put their food in them, they bathe with them, and of course they carry their wares with them on their heads. 

No stroller, no car seat - just the warmth of the mother's back.

After about 3 ½ hours of walking through dirt, polluted water, garbage and whatever else, with no shade in sight, I was exhausted and drenched with perspiration. When we are told this is a green beret mission, I believe it after a day like today. Unlike the missionaries and the members though, we come home and turn on our air conditioner, go to the refrigerator and get ice cold water and sit down on a somewhat comfortable couch (local furniture here is not the best). The missionaries and the members continue to be our heroes.

We were with Elder Seraphine with the GPS and came upon this young man he baptized 9 months ago in Bo. What a tender mercy!

Not much for the hen and her chicks to scratch. No grass, just dirt, dust and pollution. 

Friday, June 21, 2013

Today was somewhat of a preparation day even though we went into the office and didn't leave until 2:00 pm. We had the Campbell's over for dinner tonight. They are the couple we randomly met at the Freetown Market one Friday about a month ago. We were so desperate for human company back then, that we just started talking to them, introduced ourselves and it resulted in them having us over for dinner and we reciprocated tonight (they live walking distance from our apartment). They work for the US Embassy that is just behind us and up the hill. We had a delightful time, and in many ways, they need our friendship as much as we have needed theirs. Such nice people and I took the opportunity to find out how they hire and the type of jobs that are open. I am trying to network for the young people in the East who have been attending the Career Workshop. Tomorrow I find out if they completed their assignment from last week and bring a resume for me to enter on my laptop.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

This was a 12 hour day and I am exhausted! The Career Workshop was at 9:00 am this morning and low and behold my little flock came through with their resumes and before I left them, I had typed up 7 resumes. Scott dropped me off in Kissy and then drove on to Waterloo as we have two sick elders; one with a mild case of Malaria and the other with a case of intestinal bugs of some sort. By the time he came back to pick me up, he had also stopped off in Grafton and attended the baptismal service where 8 souls were baptized. Four different sets of missionaries had at least one baptism a piece. 

Once back in Kissy, Scott attended a devotional put on by the local missionaries. I was so hot, I sat outside trying to cool down with a slight breeze that was coming off the ocean. I walked away for just a moment and a man took my chair so I walked to the other side of the building and sat down on the ground with my back propped up against a pole and promptly fell asleep. 

Scott caught me sleeping on the job.

I came to in time to attend a mission preparation class where we were asked to talk about all the paperwork that is required to submit prior to a mission call. While we were waiting for the meeting to start, some of my buddies were in the class and I broke out in song and dance and taught them the hokey pokey. 

You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around!

They loved it and we had a good laugh. We left the class while it was still going on around 6:30 pm as we had at least an hour's ride and we wanted to get home before dark. When I have been involved in their other-than-Sunday meetings, they seem to have no concept of time for they gather for at least 2 hours if not more.

Much love, Robin

More Snaps:

Goofy shot with the young women of the Kissy 2nd Branch

Young Women of the Kissy 2nd Branch. I heard voices and it was them. Angelic!

Modern Dress vs. Traditional Dress

Week #9 - She Says "My prayers are changing..."

Dear Family and Friends,

Sunday, June 9, 2013

We asked one of the members of another branch, today, Tommie Abu what he knew about the runway we saw yesterday and he told us of its use. He was a branch president during the war and we had a few moments with him today as he shared some of the horrors of the conflict. 2/3's of Freetown, Sierra Leone was destroyed by gunfire, bombs and fire. There wasn't a day in his life during the war that someone wasn't killed around him. He told us of other atrocities too horrible to mention, though very similar to the last wars in the Book of Mormon. 

During the 11 year conflict, members of the church continued to attend church and miraculously, during the entire war, none of the church facilities were damaged or destroyed. He also told of one church meeting, when rebels came to the church looking for money and food. Brother Abu then left the meeting, and went into his office with them, closing the door behind him to protect the congregation. He told them there was no money as there was no paid ministry and the members had no money either, but he offered them church pamphlets and church magazines and they took them and left; he then went back into church when another rebel showed up and he had to leave again to go to his office, and again closes the door behind him to protect his flock; this rebel wants a screwdriver for what only he knows, and Brother Abu manages to find one and send him on his way with out any harm to the parishioners, and then the rebel brings it back after he is done with it! 

As the war intensified and he feared for his family's life, he told his wife that they must leave their home and flee to the mountains and into the jungle. She did not want to leave her home but had no choice (sounds like the saints leaving Nauvoo), but as they were preparing to leave, two of their children had come home very tired and told them they would follow the next day, so Brother Abu left them and took the rest of his family and fled. Well, the very next morning rebels showed up at their home and took these two captive. Brother Abu later found out after the war, that his son was being forced to fight with the rebels, but refused and was later able to escape unharmed; his daughter on the other hand was conscripted to cook for the rebels and spent the rest of the war doing so, however was left unharmed and unmolested because one of the rebels recognized her and knew her father and told the soldier camp that when he returned, if he found that she had been harmed or killed, he would take the lives of all the soldiers in the camp (I know this sounds like something out of a novel, but it is real). 

So we asked, what became of the rebels once the war ended and he said many of them were given farm tools and returned to their homes; others became drivers and other service related jobs; a lot of these men live amongst the Sierra Leonians to this day and because, for the most part, the citizens of Sierra Leone are loving and kind, life is going on and they are re-building and re-structuring is ongoing. 

Quite a story and one I will never forget nor will I forget Tommie Abu and his goodness and great faith and trust in the Lord!

Last but not least, tonight I was making chocolate chip cookies for a missionary tri-zone conference tomorrow; I got out the hand mixer, plugged it in and started the process of mixing the dough, when one of the beaters fell out into the bowl; so I picked it up and proceeded to push it back into the hand mixer with my left hand, when unbeknownst to me, the mixer was on and it proceeded to churn all of my fingers on my left hand minus my thumb between both beaters and because it was on, it is pinching and smashing them! 

To say the least, it is quite painful and I call out to Scott who is in the next room to come and help me, please! He rushes to my aid, sees my fingers caught in the beaters, and unplugs the mixer and then pries the beaters apart in order to dislodge my hand. I shed some tears over this one as it really hurt. In retrospect, what does he ask me? Why didn't you unplug the mixer? Why didn't you hit the eject button and pop out the beaters? Well, let me think...my fingers are smashed and hurting, and if I let go of the mixer with my right hand to unplug the mixer, not only do I have fingers caught in the beaters, but the mixer is now dangling from my left hand that is caught in the beaters, and they would still be caught because it took two hands to pry them apart!!! I would not suggest that anyone else try this!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

What a day this was – loved it! First thing this morning we were in the truck headed for the Kissy Chappel in order to participate in the Employment Workshop Class that started at 9:00 am. I had no idea I was to teach the class until I got there, but it was so fun to be with these wonderful people who are trying to better themselves and get steady employment. There are so few opportunities for them other than placing goods on their heads and walking up and down streets trying to sell. We hope to encourage them to attend either school or a trade school in order to increase their hiring potential. 

We were excited to announce to them today that the Perpetual Education Fund (PEF) is coming to Sierra Leonel and this will give them the opportunity to attend school with a loan from this fund provided by the Church to pay for their schooling up front; they will be required to make monthly payments, but at such a minimum as to allow them to go to school; if they excel, and meet certain requirements the loan balance will be reduced. Scott introduced this exciting news to them and as he was talking about it, he shared with them the possibility of having extra money and what they could do with it...he is referring to it as some fun money, but when he opens it up to the group, one sister says she would use the money for food; I felt such compassion for these people at that moment. 

They have so very little to survive on; as I continue to see more light in my life here in Sierra Leone, my prayers are changing; I am not praying and crying so much for me anymore and feeling so overwhelmed by being here. I am praying and crying for these wonderful people, that they have jobs, shelter and enough food. Some of the people in this class this morning stayed at the church throughout the day; what else do they have? I believe the church building is such a safe haven for them. I feel it when I am there.

So after the Employment Workshop, we stayed for a baptism and what a process to get the font filled. Hand filled with buckets being dipped into two barrels, and when the barrels were drained, a missionary climbing on top of a water tower hand-dipping the buckets, handing them down to willing transporters, who then poured them into the font. It was getting late, so they finally stopped and the baptismal candidate had to sit in the font and then laid back in order to be baptized.

Next up after the baptism was a District Primary Activity. Oh my! 102 kids and 27 adult leaders! Were they ever cute! 

They started gathering around 11:30 am and by the time we left at 2:30 pm, they were still going strong. Once again, when we left in our truck, we were the only vehicle in the parking lot, so all those kids and leaders either walked or took transport to get there. 

It is so touching to see the dedication of these people and their children. Each branch had was asked to perform, and most of them sang a Primary song, but what was so impressive, a little child would stand in front of his Primary friends and conduct the song! 

They had us sit up in front as guests and when we had to leave to drive on to Grafton, the Primary President leaned over and offered us a soft drink before we left; I knew based on the headcount, that they didn't even have enough for the little ones and we weren't going to take from them, so we graciously declined. It was a wonderful day and I am so grateful to have played a small part in it.

Love, Robin

More snaps:

Week #8 - She Says

Wednesday, as we were driving to the office and stopped in traffic, there was some space between us and the car ahead, so an oncoming man in his truck, decides to use the space and back up a little hill to the side of us in order to turn himself around and go back the way he came; so there are two cars on this little hill, one of which is a gold color Mercedes Benz and the guy in the truck backs up the hill and as I am watching, I am thinking he is awfully close to the Benz and apparently he thinks so too because he begins to pull away in order so he can back better into the spot. So as he is doing so, I see the Benz begin to move and I think...is there someone in the car and they are simultaneously driving down the hill together???? Oh, no, the guy has hit the Benz during his first attempt at backing and somehow has hooked the Mercedes on to his right back bumper and is dragging the car down the hill with him! So he backs up again thinking he can dislodge the benz but it just won't work, so he drives ahead again and this thing is following him down the hill! It is absolutely hilarious! In Africa, when you hit a vehicle that is unoccupied, you don't stick around for the driver to show up nor do you leave a note, but this guy is caught in the act and can't get away without dragging the car with him.

What a Saturday, one filled with missed turns on foot and in the car that resulted in us being lost and having to be rescued. We traveled to the Thunderhill Branch for a baptism of an entire family (minus a toddler); 4 children and the parents – The Stevens family. 

The service started at 10:00 (though originally it was 9:00 am) and our plan was to leave from Thunderhill and then drive to Waterloo for another baptism at 11:00 in our usual spot by the river. So we got in the car and due to traffic and time, we were arriving late to Waterloo so we called the missionaries and told them not to wait and that we would walk down to the river as soon as we got there....this is where the fun begins....we started off alright, but then took a wrong turn (Scott isn't always accurate with the direction we should take) and we ended up who knows where, but completely lost and in the “bush” along the river. We walked and we walked and then I saw a Muslim church that I recognized as a landmark, but when I mentioned it, Trail Blazer Kanzler says, “no, the river is over this way.” We walked through so many peoples front yards, gardens, and muddy streets as well as over a creek and through brush. I finally told my guide, “I am not going any further until we ask someone!” What was I thinking – they speak mostly Krio and they don't understand me nor do I understand them. I am thinking, maybe we should text the missionaries and have them come and find us, but Scott has a good point, “What are we going to tell them. No street signs and every house looks the same.” After at least 3 miles of hiking, and mind you it is hot and humid and we have no water, we are climbing this incline and come across a woman with 4 children and she comes up to us and begins speaking with us. We tell her who we are and where we are trying to go (by this time, we just want to get back to the church) and she tells us that she is the sister of the branch president and she knows exactly where we need to go and that she was planning on going to Church on Sunday. Talk about a tender mercy....so she speaks to her two oldest children, they put on their thongs, and proceed to lead us out of the bush and about another mile later, they have us at the backside of the Church. I was so grateful; we rewarded them for their service and sent them on their way knowing full well they would not have a problem finding their way back home. Twenty minutes after we arrive, completely exhausted, two of the missionaries show up. They had been out looking for us and had given up and had come back.

After the service in Waterloo that we completely missed (though we did get our exercise for the day), we took two missionaries to an appointment that was off the beaten track (what isn't) but as we drove through palm trees and beautiful countryside, we ended up at a air plane landing strip! Go figure. Come to find out, it was used to transport troops into the country in order to fight the rebels during the 11 year civil war.

Air strip used during the civil war

We left Waterloo and traveled back home by way of Wellington to visit with the sister missionaries (4 of them). The landmark for the turn up to their apartment is a dead tree, and Scott thought it had been cut down because we couldn't find it and he was absolutely positive that it was before the road divided and so when we got to the division, “we had gone too far” so he turned around and went back and turned up some road he was convinced was the road leading to their apartment.....oh my goodness! It was so narrow and packed with people and we drove and drove but no sisters apartment, so he finally relented to my exclamations that this was not the right road, and turned off it and headed back down to the main road with the intention of trying to find the sister missionaries because we called them and they told us to turn up Phillip Road; they are waiting for us as they are home for lunch. However low and behold, as we come to the divided highway and drive on just a tad more, we find the dead tree, the landmark, and drove right to the sisters apartment! They seem to be doing better and they are always happy to see me as I am them. I felt prompted to ask when the last time was that they had received a priesthood blessing; it had been quite some time, so Scott proceeded to give each of them a blessing.

From the sisters apartment, we drove onto the Kissy Building...so let me indicate the order of the towns we visit...Kissy, Thunderhill, Wellington, Grafton, Kossoh Town and Waterloo. Kissy, on one end is approximately 20 miles from Waterloo at the other end on a two lane road at about 30 miles per hour and surrounded by street vendors and 100's of people! If we drive Kissy Road to get to all of our towns, just driving from our apartment to Kissy can take an hour or more and it is only 15 miles from home. All the other towns, we actually take the “country” road, where the Chinese are constructing a four-lane road and it only takes us 30 minutes to get to Grafton though we are not on the new road, but off-roading for most of the trip. This is our much preferred route, but when they are dynamiting a granite mountain, we have to turn around and go back to Kissy Road.....so back to the rest of my story this week. 

 Cute munchkins of the Kissy 2 Branch

From the sisters we drove to Kissy to attend a District Young Men/Young Women meeting that started at 4:00 pm. There were over 100 youth and leaders in attendance and once again, we had the only vehicle in the parking lot. So, kids and leaders all got there by either walking or taking transport; transport one way will cost $1,000 leones (approximately $.25) so they spent at least $.50 round trip to get to and from the activity. The average Sierra Leonian makes $1.50 a day. The faith and commitment of these wonderful people. 

Diana Ross and Whitney Houston. I can't pronounce their names and they love nicknames.

The Pointer Sisters. They loved this name as well.

District Young Men and Young Women activity. No cars in the lot. They either walked or they took transport.

They had youth from each branch speak, and the young man who had joined the church in Waterloo and walked 7 miles to church to be confirmed, spoke. He had slacks and a white shirt on and looked so handsome! I met the District Young Women's President – Fatmata James. Oh my, was she ever fun and dynamic! I will be getting better acquainted with her as I offer training and support and I can't wait to visit with her more.

Fatmata James - District YW President. I love this woman!

So we leave the activity around 6:00 pm to drive home by way of the grocery store, but as we are coming down Kissy Road going the normal way we come across 1,000's of young men, and I mean thousands coming down the very narrow two way road all walking and I am thinking some sort of protest rally or something, and everywhere we try to turn, we can't as they are blocking the roads and traffic is stuck everywhere we turn. I look off in the distance, and see transport motorcycles going down a road, and suggest to Scott that maybe we should turn slightly right and go down an unfamiliar road but seemingly a way to go now that I have seen motorcycles using it...nope, not the way to go apparently as he took off down another road only to be hedged in by cars and more young men; we ended up in the heart of downtown Sierra Leone and seemingly no where to turn and it is getting dark, so forget about the grocery store, I just want to get home. All of a sudden, I see missionaries to my side and I exclaim, “honey, missionaries, maybe they can help us, but for some reason, Scott just drives by them and doesn't stop....what???? So we drive deeper and deeper into Sierra Leone, twisting and turning just trying to find some way out, when out of nowhere, we see the missionaries again! By this time, Scott is sufficiently frustrated, humbled, and lost enough to be willing to stop and get directions from them – yes! We finally got home, having stopped at the store and had one of the worst dinners I have fixed since we arrived here 7 weeks ago!

Love to you all!

More snaps:

 No, this isn't tennis and there is no ball in the air. A mosquito zapper and it really works.

 This takes a handcart to a whole new level! A truck axel converted. They are everywhere!

Week #7 - She Says

Traveled to Makeni on Wednesday to deliver supplies for the Saints and met with a member of the church, Prince Kaillie who is overseeing the services for about 30 members of the church; he is very excited about the future when missionaries will be assigned to this area; we then drove over to the vocational school where church services are held. For the time being it is an adequate setting for church services, but the tribal council of the school met with us, and they are requesting funds be paid for the use of the room(s). Going forward, it will not be adequate for church services. From there we drove over to the apartment that has been marked as a possible site for 6 missionaries. Our observation of the site came with a couple of concerns: the apartment is like a duplex with another housing unit connected to the missionary's and an outside cooking venue shared by both tenants. Additional concern would be the possibility of females living next door to the missionaries.

 One lane bridge on the way to Makeni

Our turn to cross the bridge

Bathroom stop for guess who! Quiet a view though.

The Burns (humanitarian couple) were with us, so we visited a school that has needs and then onto a polio camp. I was so impressed with these people – so desirous to be independent and self sufficient. All adults in the camp were either stricken with Polio, or their spouse. But there were also offspring stricken with the disease spread by a virus that continues to flourish in West Africa due to such unsanitary conditions. The kids just want to touch and be touched and I can't hold back from doing so. I am just grateful for all the shots and immunizations I had before we left on our mission.

In the office on Thursday to input Convert Data Entries (CDE's); 100's of people are being baptized each month and it is quite a laborious process to input the information on them, e.g. where they were born, the date they were born (typically no birth certificates, so frequently they just pick the same month and day as their parents who have likewise picked the same month and day). It just takes a lot of time; I want to do it right as this will be their permanent record in the eyes of the Church.

Friday, we had the wonderful opportunity to be part of the final preparation of 3 missionaries leaving from the Freetown area. We were originally advised we would be driving the missionaries to the dock around 1:00 and that was the extent of our assignment. In retrospect, we are so grateful we went into the office in the morning because it resulted in us feeling such excitement for these young people and their humble families waiting with them. I filled out paperwork for them to receive their Patriarchal Blessings and when the time came for them to be set apart, Elder Kanzler was asked to stand in the circle, and he was so touched and thrilled to be a part of this process. We then drove them to the hovercraft and while we were waiting for the craft, a gentleman came up to us and introduced himself as Elder Mensa the future mission president of two of the young missionaries we had with us. Back to the office to complete more entries of CDE's.

 3 Missionaries leaving on their missions.

Missionary with his mom

Saturday, we drove to Waterloo to deliver baptismal clothing to the elders that were on loan from the AP's. From there we drove to Grafton to witness the baptism of 5 candidates. What a sweet experience for us. There were 4 brothers and one sister baptized – 3 from Kossoh Town and 2 from Grafton. The sister was disabled, having been stricken with polio and thus her legs very unstable. It was so sweet to watch Elders' Edwards and Evans help her. 

While Elder Edwards prepared to baptize here, Elder Evans was also in the font to ensure she would not slip. They were so kind and gentle with her. All 5 newly baptized members were then invited to bear their testimonies. It was very powerful to hear of their conversions. President Sesay was in attendance and presided over the meeting. He welcomed the newly baptized members and gave a very powerful testimony of the restored gospel. Our hope is that more branch members will come to baptisms and support these new members. Pictures were taken afterward, and the sweet sister, motioned to me to come over to have her picture taken with me. She called me “momma” and I gave her a side hug, and she turned and kissed me on the cheek, not the normal sign of emotion I have seen in West Africa.

Today was historic as it was the 1^st Stake Conference of the Sierra Leone Freetown Stake, the 3,000th Stake of the Church that was organized in December 2012. The talks were exceptional, and the Stake choir was wonderful. The harmony and melody of the Africans is somewhat nasal, for lack of a better word, and it sounds so primitive and ancient but it is so beautiful as they sing with such fervor and enthusiasm; and they just keep going even if the organ is 2 measures behind them, or the power goes out. The men have white shirts on and ties, and the women have matching blouses. It was like a Stake Conference in the states, everyone so happy to meet and visit but Scott and I were 2 of 12 members in attendance who were white and the remaining 945 were black. The youngest patriarch in the church spoke – he is 42 years of age; the 2^nd counselor in the Stake Relief Society spoke and gave a powerful talk on commitment. At one point, I was so filled with emotion that I turned around to Scott and communicated with him through my eyes that this is why we are on a mission.

 900+ saints leaving the conference hall on Sunday

I think I may be turning a corner in my adjustment to missionary life, just a tiny bit more light under my door as it drives out the darkness of adversity and challenge but I don't want to say it too loudly or boldly as there could be something just around the corner to set me back on my heels.

More snaps:

Looking at the church wall in Grafton with the razor wire

The scene looking away from the Church wall in Grafton

Elder Otaniyuwa who ends his mission June 7 and returns to Nigeria