WOW. All I can say is WOW. I'm just gonna say this off the bat if you see little typing errors i'm sorry but the keyboard here is all backwards and hard to type on that includes commas and everything. SO Cote d'ivoire. What a place I thought I had some idea of what I was getting myself into but I really didn't hahahaha. Every expectation I had for it has been wrong: The dirtiness is dirtier the smell is stinkier the busy streets are a lot more busy than I thought . In fact everything is different, the food, LANGUAGE, people's expressions, everything. In fact a mission is a lot harder than I expected. There have been nights when I just want to cry and as I write this I am getting a little bit teary... but nobody ever said a mission would be easy. If it was easy what would be the point.
We had a multi-zone conference this week with President Nash and he said something that really helped me. He said we don't come on missions to receive things we come on missions to become more like our savior Jesus Christ. I realized that the only way that I can truly become like him is to be where I am right now doing what i'm doing right now. When I put it in that perspective it makes it a little easier. The things that are really tough for me right now are of course missing my family, I miss the material things back home like my house all the food and just Provo itself. I also have a hard time just accepting my apartment, cold bucket showers, and bugs everywhere. When I walked into the apartment for the first time I was shaken. Just little things that are different are really throwing me for a loop. Whenever i'm inside that's when I get homesick but when I'm out of the apartment working I have actually a lot of fun. Even though people tell me i'm speaking English when I try to speak french I'ts still fun to try. The people here for the most part are super nice especially the kids.
My companion is a total stud. He's from Ivory Coast but moved to Nigeria during the Civil War. He told me some pretty crazy stories of seeing people shoot RPGs, he's had guns put to his head, he's had a crazy life. After that he made his family move to Nigeria. His name is Elder Ayinde and he is a language beast. He speaks like English, French, Spanish, Japanese, and he's learning Chinese right now.. He's really patient with me and I really appreciate him. Having him has been an answer to prayer. Also another crazy thing happened. I left my rain jacket in a taxi the first day I got here and 2 days ago the taxi driver pulled up next to me outta nowhere and just tossed me my jacket. Literally the craziest thing ever. Millions of people here and that taxi driver could've been anywhere. I guess it's kinda easy to pick out one of the only white guys though, haha.
Everywhere I go I just here Le blanc... white guy. Sometimes they ramble other stuff off to me in french and my companion just tells me not to pay attention to them. I don't care though I understand that it's so rare to see a white guy. Sometimes i'll go to give kids high fives and they will just start crying. One even peed his pants when i tried to talk to him hahahah. As hard as this is I feel so lucky to be here. I walked outside my apartment today saw a guy wearing an African robe and I just thought to myself how cool it is i'm in Africa right now. Just trying to be positive. Lastly, the thing I appreciate the most right now is for the first time in my life i'm actually praying. I kneel at night and just pour out my soul to God. This isn't about me anymore and I realize that the only way i'm going to be able to do this is with God. It sounds cliche but its true. I love you all so much and I cannot thank you enough for all the many prayers which have been said for me!
Love,
Elder Freedman
Our Sector Toit Rouge 3. Really clean place as you can see.
Some fish thing. Actually tasted pretty good.