It's not really advised for you to try and diagnose me overseas, hahaha. To calm your mind, here's exactly what happened with my Malaria:
Saturday: Heavy fever/chills, and I suspected malaria. Sister Krumm took me to be tested, and I tested positive for P. Falciparum (the same one as before). I was given medication and began taking it immediately. I went home, and runny stomach, the most severe migranes, and occasional vomitting ensued for the duration of the day. I spent the day trying my best to sleep. Not very easy. Saturday night was when I passed out.
Sunday: More of the same, only more vomitting. Towards the evening and through the night, my body was rejecting all the fluids in my body, and I could feel myself dehydrating. Up to this point, I still hadn't eaten anything, but I was doing my best to drink plenty. I was still taking my medications, which included ibuprofen, paracetamol, ciprofloxacin (in case of other infections), and the anti-malarial. Miraculously, whenever the time came to take the medications, I was able to keep them in me, whereas anything else I took was forcefully expelled.
Monday: Elder Kirkham was concerned about dehydration, so he took me to the emergency room for a saline drip. While I was there, I also received an injection in my leg to stop the vomitting (that was key). I stayed there for a few hours, got rehydrated, and the doctor came to check on me (no worries, Dr. Mahmoud knows his stuff. He's very reputable as an excellent doctor). He said that I was okay to go home after the drip, and that the medications and everything that I was taking was good. He prescribed two anti-nausea medications for me as well. I was finally able to eat in the evening time for the first time in three days, and things started going down well.
From there, it's just been a slow recovery process. The parasite really took it's toll on me, so it's just been a matter of time. Sister Krumm in particular is a worry case, so she's been forcing me to stay inside and sleep even when I feel okay. Ha ha ha, it's really funny actually. She worries a LOT for us Elders, so if any of us are sick, we get a great deal of TLC from her.
I personally believe that I was infected by the parasite here in Sinkor since I came. When I first came, the mosquitoes were REALLY bad in our compound. Our screening wasn't quite adequate, and most detrimentally, the septic tank had a rupture in it, so we had our own breeding pool just outside our window. I was being bitten like crazy when I first came. The doxy that we take can only inhibit the reproductive ability of the parasite, but if we're exposed to too much of it, there's only so much it can do to stop it. I think I was just overexposed. Since that time, we've had our screening repaired, the septic tank has been repaired, and we keep an ample supply of "Raid" in our apartment to keep it mosquito-clean.
Malaria isn't common in the mission like it used to be. It used to be that every missionary was expected to contract it at some point in his mission, but that was mostly because of the general disobedience regarding doxy and things that was being observed. Nowadays, Sister Roggia has everyone keeping the rules. While indeed the cases of malaria have been minimized, they haven't been eliminated. That's virtually impossible, considering that malaria can be contracted from a single bite. So, it is contracted every once in a while, but as we are heading into dry season, we're anticipating that it will get a little worse before it gets better.
So, as far as my own health now, I'm doing quite well. I'm at about 90%, so things are great. Sister Roggia trusts the medication that I was given, so I trust it too. I don't believe that this case was a recurrence for me, beause last time I even took two rounds of treatment to be extra sure. I guess the one I took this time is a lot stronger, so it's not necessary. Even Dr. Mahmoud recommended it, so I think I'm okay. It's just been a matter of taking it easy this past week. But really, I'm doing great now.
I really appreciate all of the prayers and things. We really are helped and guided out here, and we need it every single day. Missionary work is not easy at all. The only thing that I look forward to when I leave here is having the heavy mantle of "Elder" fall from my shoulders. To carry it for two years is the heaviest task I've ever had, so it's wonderful to receive support from those on the other side. Thanks so much!
I'm so glad to hear that Dad's not going to have any problems with his health again. I'm relieved to hear that. I'd hate for your capacity to serve as couple missionaries someday to be hindered. ;-)
Yes, recovery is the most frustrating part of being sick. I've wanted so badly to go and work all this week, but doctor's orders said that I needed to sleep. Well, I'm doing great now, so I'm grateful for that!
You know, I could really feel it when I heard Dad try to talk on the phone Christmas day. I could feel just how much it meant for him to talk to me. I think that hearing him struggle to talk is what touched me the most. I mean, I guess I just had no idea what was going on at home, and then to hear that he was in the hospital in some unknown condition just dying to talk to me... I dunno, it really did touch me.
I spent the remainder of the day thinking about it all the way through the next day. And I can just tell when my Mom has been overworked! ;) I'm grateful for the way things turned out though, and I'm especially grateful for the doctor that was able to help. I'm just so glad that he was so sensitive to you and Dad as well, trying to make things alright in a situation that was just so messed up. I think I'm most grateful for him. While I am indeed watched after by earthly angels here, you are where you are as well. I guess it's a mission blessing or something.
Well, this week wasn't all that much in terms of missionary work. Mostly resting, sleeping, and relaxing. Yep, not much else. We did have a baptism on Saturday, which was awesome. It was amazing that we were able to pull off a baptism considering our severe lack of proselyting, but it was wonderful all the same. We were originally going to have it in our chapel here in Sinkor, but there was no water, and nobody to help us get water (our physical facilities manager was in Kakata). So, what we had to do was go all the way to the Matadi chapel and baptize there, which was a pain, but I was grateful that our candidates had to sacrifice a little for their baptisms. It always makes it much more meaningful for those people. They'll never forget it, because it didn't come so easy for them. I was really happy with it.
Anyhoo, that's the week in review for me. Not a whole lot going on. Thank malaria for that one. This week will be a lot better though. I'm on my feet, and I'm feeling good, so no problem.
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Monday, January 9, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Happy for the Breath in my Nostrils
Mom was kind of the giveaway to me that everything hadn't been as rosy as she was trying make it sound (with Dad). You know how I am. I can just, I don't really know, FEEL it I guess. I knew she'd been through a lot, and I was just very sad. I'm relieved to hear that Dad is doing well now! It sounds like quite the ordeal.
If it makes you feel better, I've had my own fun ordeal over the past weekend I had another run in with Malaria, and it was worse than before. (Before I get into this, KNOW THAT I'M OKAY NOW!) It all started Saturday with tons of fevers, chills, diahrrea, vomitting, pain through every bone in my body, and the most excruciatingly painful migranes. The pain was just staggering. My conscious mind just resceeded further and further into a world between worlds, and my body was on autopilot, going between the toilet and my bed. I was too weak for anything else. I spent all of Saturday curled up and moaning. I wanted to die. I really did. The pain and the agony was just horrid.
Night came, and around 4am, my body gave out, and I fainted. I awoke on the ground to Elder Liufau asking if I was okay. My mind was clear, so I knew that I didn't hit it hard. I said I was okay, not sure why I was on the ground, but pretty certain I had blacked out. I knew who I was, where I was, and even what year it was (as it had just changed to 2012 only a few hours prior). He helped me back to my bed, and cleaned the various scrapes and bruises on my face (Which are PLENTY! Ha ha ha, I kinda look like the Phantom of the Opera. ;) ), and I crashed again.
My body was really having a hard time. I drank as much water as I could, took the meds I was supposed to, but I was still suffering for all of Sunday. I didn't go anywhere. I just languished. In the evening, I started vomitting again, and there was nothing left in my body. My body was dehydrated, and refusing to take anything to become hydrated. It was terrible.
Mindful of this, Elder and Sister Krumm (my guardian angels) took me to the hospital for a saline IV, which helped so much. At the same time they gave some injections to stop the joint pain and vomitting. Really, the treatment there put me back into shape. On that day (Monday), I ate for the first time again too. The Krumms were making sure I was well-taken care of.
Today is Wednesday, and the first day that I've been permitted to leave the house. The only thing I can do is office work until further notice. It's a little (okay, A LOT!) crappy, but I'm grateful to be alive. I don't really know what happened to me in those few days...
For three days, I wished I could pass away that I might not suffer again as I had suffered. On the fourth day, when I woke, the migranes had subsided, and the vomitting ceased. I had never been so happy to be alive! I hear people all the time say that God gives you the breath in your nostrils every blessed day and that you should be grateful for it, but I've taken it for-granted all this while. Now, I'll never do it again! I think the difference this time was how much help I received this time. The first time I got sick, only my companion helped me, and it was with getting water to flush the toilet and things like that. Elder and Sister Krumm, Elder and Sister Kirkham, Elder Liufau, my district, Elder Esiaba, and the sweet angel nurses at the hospital all contributed to me getting better. I was so darn happy for the breath in my nostrils, no matter how quickly it comes and goes!
You know Dad, I think we both learned something important around the same time. To be alive is such a precious and wonderful thing. But we, considering that our lives aren't always endangered, don't think anything of it. When our lives are put in jeopardy, it helps us to remember the Lord who made that life, and to thank him that we have breath in our lungs this day. I'm grateful today to not be suffering like I was on Saturday and Sunday! The life I have is enough to be grateful for.
I had to reflect a lot on a promise that was given to us missionaries. We were told in the MTC that we'd never get Malaria if we slept under our nets, take our doxy, use the fan (where possible), and use the filter bottle (which doesn't prevent Malaria, but obedience does!). I've done those things!! Why have I gotten Malaria TWICE now? I think the Lord is testing me a little like Job. In life, I've always had everything I needed. I've never had any serious injury or illness. Well, here in Africa, I'm living in quite the opposite state. I have almost nothing. Really, I have my toiletries, some few books, my clothes, and that's about it. My health is not always there. I think the Lord wanted to make sure that I would be valiant even if I was suffering in the physical realm as much as possible without killing me. Sure enough, I passed the test.
So, in the end, was Malaria the most horrid and painful thing that I've ever endured? Clearly yes. For BOTH times I've had it. Was it worth it? Well, I believe that the Lord knows that one. I had a priesthood blessing, so obviously His will was to allow me to be strengthened through this tremendous trial. An experience of a lifetime, that's for sure.
So, just as you made me promise to not be worried about you, you as well should never be worried about me. 100% of missionaries return home from this mission, so what is there to fear? Ha ha ha. I'm happy, I'm learning, and I'm (almost) healthy. (I should be by Saturday or so. No more negative symptoms, just immense fatigue). I was originally planning to not tell you about this, but I appreciate that I was told straightforwardly about Dad, and so I figured I'd return the favor. Again, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! Ha ha ha. This mission has safety as #1 priority.
I love you all so much! Dad, take care!
Love,
Elder Vaughan
If it makes you feel better, I've had my own fun ordeal over the past weekend I had another run in with Malaria, and it was worse than before. (Before I get into this, KNOW THAT I'M OKAY NOW!) It all started Saturday with tons of fevers, chills, diahrrea, vomitting, pain through every bone in my body, and the most excruciatingly painful migranes. The pain was just staggering. My conscious mind just resceeded further and further into a world between worlds, and my body was on autopilot, going between the toilet and my bed. I was too weak for anything else. I spent all of Saturday curled up and moaning. I wanted to die. I really did. The pain and the agony was just horrid.
Night came, and around 4am, my body gave out, and I fainted. I awoke on the ground to Elder Liufau asking if I was okay. My mind was clear, so I knew that I didn't hit it hard. I said I was okay, not sure why I was on the ground, but pretty certain I had blacked out. I knew who I was, where I was, and even what year it was (as it had just changed to 2012 only a few hours prior). He helped me back to my bed, and cleaned the various scrapes and bruises on my face (Which are PLENTY! Ha ha ha, I kinda look like the Phantom of the Opera. ;) ), and I crashed again.
My body was really having a hard time. I drank as much water as I could, took the meds I was supposed to, but I was still suffering for all of Sunday. I didn't go anywhere. I just languished. In the evening, I started vomitting again, and there was nothing left in my body. My body was dehydrated, and refusing to take anything to become hydrated. It was terrible.
Mindful of this, Elder and Sister Krumm (my guardian angels) took me to the hospital for a saline IV, which helped so much. At the same time they gave some injections to stop the joint pain and vomitting. Really, the treatment there put me back into shape. On that day (Monday), I ate for the first time again too. The Krumms were making sure I was well-taken care of.
Today is Wednesday, and the first day that I've been permitted to leave the house. The only thing I can do is office work until further notice. It's a little (okay, A LOT!) crappy, but I'm grateful to be alive. I don't really know what happened to me in those few days...
For three days, I wished I could pass away that I might not suffer again as I had suffered. On the fourth day, when I woke, the migranes had subsided, and the vomitting ceased. I had never been so happy to be alive! I hear people all the time say that God gives you the breath in your nostrils every blessed day and that you should be grateful for it, but I've taken it for-granted all this while. Now, I'll never do it again! I think the difference this time was how much help I received this time. The first time I got sick, only my companion helped me, and it was with getting water to flush the toilet and things like that. Elder and Sister Krumm, Elder and Sister Kirkham, Elder Liufau, my district, Elder Esiaba, and the sweet angel nurses at the hospital all contributed to me getting better. I was so darn happy for the breath in my nostrils, no matter how quickly it comes and goes!
You know Dad, I think we both learned something important around the same time. To be alive is such a precious and wonderful thing. But we, considering that our lives aren't always endangered, don't think anything of it. When our lives are put in jeopardy, it helps us to remember the Lord who made that life, and to thank him that we have breath in our lungs this day. I'm grateful today to not be suffering like I was on Saturday and Sunday! The life I have is enough to be grateful for.
I had to reflect a lot on a promise that was given to us missionaries. We were told in the MTC that we'd never get Malaria if we slept under our nets, take our doxy, use the fan (where possible), and use the filter bottle (which doesn't prevent Malaria, but obedience does!). I've done those things!! Why have I gotten Malaria TWICE now? I think the Lord is testing me a little like Job. In life, I've always had everything I needed. I've never had any serious injury or illness. Well, here in Africa, I'm living in quite the opposite state. I have almost nothing. Really, I have my toiletries, some few books, my clothes, and that's about it. My health is not always there. I think the Lord wanted to make sure that I would be valiant even if I was suffering in the physical realm as much as possible without killing me. Sure enough, I passed the test.
So, in the end, was Malaria the most horrid and painful thing that I've ever endured? Clearly yes. For BOTH times I've had it. Was it worth it? Well, I believe that the Lord knows that one. I had a priesthood blessing, so obviously His will was to allow me to be strengthened through this tremendous trial. An experience of a lifetime, that's for sure.
So, just as you made me promise to not be worried about you, you as well should never be worried about me. 100% of missionaries return home from this mission, so what is there to fear? Ha ha ha. I'm happy, I'm learning, and I'm (almost) healthy. (I should be by Saturday or so. No more negative symptoms, just immense fatigue). I was originally planning to not tell you about this, but I appreciate that I was told straightforwardly about Dad, and so I figured I'd return the favor. Again, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! Ha ha ha. This mission has safety as #1 priority.
I love you all so much! Dad, take care!
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Monday, December 26, 2011
Christmas, Freezer Pizza & Weight Gain
It's amazing how people are around the Christmas season. Members everywhere invite us to share meals with them, even though they themselves struggle to feed their families. They always manage to put away enough money to help someone else.
Man, emailing today is hard. My head is just swimming with all the things we talked about yesterday. Not a whole lot has happened between now and then (what, 22 hours ago?). I washed my clothes. That's about it. I'm going to have a crappy freezer pizza for dinner today. That's kinda big. I don't know, I'm just thinking about my family. This year's Christmas was a lot harder than last year's. I can't say why, but it was. It might have been because I had a lot of time to myself yesterday... I was just thinking and listening to music. My time left here is so short. I think about my last phone call this coming Mother's Day. I might still be here in Sinkor when it happens! It'll be in the third transfer from now. And from there, there's only six months of mission left. It's sad, and exciting.
It's weird, because as a missionary, I've let my feelings and thoughts of home go dead. I don't feed them by fantasizing of home and family reunion, so I don't feel homesick at all. Well, that is, except for yesterday, where I felt homesick BAD. It just awoke in me so many old feelings of home and family that I had forgotten about. It's easy to get carried away as missionaries. People rarely write me anymore, so that adds to it. I guess I'm just becoming an old missionary! There's not much time on the clock left for me... I'll be devastated when I leave this place. It'll break my heart.
Well, I'm honestly out of stuff to say for today. Sorry for the short email. I know you love getting lots, but you got lots yesterday. ;) Know that I'm doing well, I'm healthy (maybe TOO healthy! Remember the weight I lost in Bo? I gained it all back, and maybe a little extra!), happy, and most importantly, safe. Take care of yourselves, and have a happy new year! I love you all!
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Monday, December 19, 2011
Christmas Packages, Bullet Holes & Supermarkets
Please tell Aunt Becky to send the appreciation of the mission to her ward in Colorado. They sent our mission dozens and dozens of ties for the elders here for Christmas, and they keep sending various elders packages who can't get them. Thanks so much! The gifts are SO appreciated! Ties are often in high demand here, considering that many elders don't have much money for ties, and those that do often need ties to give to their recent converts who also don't have money for ties. Thank you thank you thank you! You guys are the best! Elder Appleby is in my zone again, so I got to see the package he got from them as well. They are the only packages he gets here, so he is VERY VERY happy whenever one comes! Thanks for all of the love and support! We need it out here.
We saw a video produced by the church at our Christmas conference that I think you'd like. It was entitled "Finding Faith in Sierra Leone." It is a neat documentary that follows a number of the pioneering members of the church here (okay, well, THERE since I'm now in Liberia) in Sierra Leone. It was cool for me, because I know all of the people personally! Mamie Sivalie, Moses Wills, Prez. Turray, and Abu Tommy! It's so cool. Anyways, it just talks about their strugglings with the church, and how they were blessed by it. It talks a lot about their trials through the war. I think you'd like it, if you're able to find it.
You know, Liberia is a nice place to be. I think the only reason why it'd be unadvisable to come here as a tourist is because of the recent elections that passed. When those come around, lots of violence does too. The UN has HUGE influence here. Their peace-keeping troops are EVERYWHERE, and there are workers from all sorts of UN departments going to and fro all day long. This place has had a rough time.
There are certain places where you can see bullet holes in banks, bridges, and other things. It's crazy. Elder Liufau was telling me that they had to lock down in the apartment during the election becuase of rioting. Shouting, gunshots, and etc. We live in downtown Monrovia in an area called Matadi, so we are in the middle of the action. But, as of now, there isn't anything much exciting going on. We still have the 7 pm curfiew, and we religiously keep to it. We're always in the house before it gets dark, so we're safe.
And yes, the light and water is nice to have, but both of them have gone. Easy come, easy go, right? It's sad. The mosquitoes here are killer too, so it makes things absolutely torturous at night (that's when they're out in full-force). When we have light we have a little relief because of our fans and things, but as of right now, we're in darkness.
And yes, the conversation with Bro. Markus who drove us here was absolutely inspiring. It makes me want to write a book about him. He's a "Captain Moroni" for sure (so much so, it's actually his nickname among the missionaries!). I miss him a lot... He's just a good example of someone who knows what's important in life, and that faith and righteousness are the way to a better life. I'd just love to document his life!
Condolences to Dad, ya? Sorry he has to have a fun time recovering from surgery... Get well soon! You need to be able to talk this Sunday when I call home! ;)
Okay, Liberia is VERY different from Sierra Leone. First, there isn't so much racism here like there is in Salone. People here don't make a whole lot of comments about your skin color/nationality/the US/anything like that, whereas Salone likes to make it a central focus of your relationship with them: You're a white man, I'm a black man, and we're friends. It's irritating like crazy. Also, the Liberian people have the opposite attitude of Sierra Leoneans. People in Salone !!HATE!! Salone, but people in Liberia LOVE Liberia (almost to the point, in fact, that it's obnoxious!). It's nice, because in Salone people would complain about their country/circumstances/white people/etc on and on and on, but people here love their home! You have no idea how refreshing it is. People who love themselves and their country. It makes a world of difference.
Liberia, in general, is much like Sierra Leone regarding developement. The only difference is here in downtown Monrovia, which is developed to the point that it looks like a mini America! It's way nice. Go a few miles though, and you're back out in the bush and shanty towns. So yeah, it's mostly just our area that's like this. Every other area is atypical of ours. In general though, people here live better than people in Sierra Leone. And for us missionaries, we live better than
the missionaries in Salone. We have supermarkets! There's the legendary Harbel Supermarket, which I've not been to yet, but I've heard it's like a Safeway. Can you believe I've gone 13 months without SUPERMARKETS?? They're so expensive though. They charge in USD, and we use LD. Yeah, ouch. We're given $135USD every month, so to buy ANYTHING at a supermarket has to be carefully budgeted. Even a $0.75 can of Dr. Pepper (WHICH THEY HAVE HERE!!!) has to be carefully considered. So, while we are in fact in a nicely developed capital city, we're still living like the rest of the people: Poor. We eat rice just like Sierra Leoneans do (which isn't bad. I like rice!!).
Regarding office work, we don't spend a whole lot of time with it. We spent only like 3-4 hours in the office this week. Elder Liufau says that it depends on the mission needs though. We process baptismal records and things, and do whatever Elder Kirkham tells us to do. So it's not too bad. I like the variety it brings to the work here. While some people look at office work with scorn and disgust, I actually like it. Is it not also work to bring to pass the salvation of mankind? Indeed it is. It's just a little less glorified. According to D&C 128:8, the work of record-keeping is just as important as the ordinance work itself. Hence, I like it. Where it is not recorded, it is not completed, and cannot be acceptable in the eyes of God. I'm perfectly at home in the office (with the exception of the air conditioning. It's too cold! I think I have poor circulation, because my hands and feet get cold way too easily).
With that in mind, we spend a great deal of time teaching. It's nice. And since Elder Liufau is finished with the training program, we don't have to do 2 hours of companion study, so we have an extra hour of work. Especially with the curfiew, the extra hour makes a huge difference.
The proselyting work here is really nice too. Our area is comparatively small to everywhere else in Liberia, so we don't have to walk quite like my past area. Monrovia is also flat, so I'm not missing Wellington too badly! No more mountains! The mountain made it easy to learn the area, but it's a PAIN to summit every blessed day!
We have a lot of great investigators too. Elder Liufau, with his trainer Elder Lambson, had white-washed this area three months before I came, so it's really easy to keep track of things.
All of these factors together, I feel like I'm on a missionary vacation! Sure, I work very hard as usual, but the work is nice, and the payout is readily visible. In my previous areas, we spent a lot of time "sewing seeds." I had a lot of hardship in those areas. I hope I stay here a LONG time! Sure, hardship will come, but there are a lot of perks to being here.
It's hard to say that much around here is "exciting", but I guess that's mostly because "exciting" doesn't quite mean the same for me as it does for you! ;) I guess the new language is exciting... and complete gibberish!! It's insane, but fun.
Well, I'll stop here today. I love you so much! I'm having a blast right now. It's a great time to be a missionary. I'll be so heartbroken when it's all over... But for now, I'm here, so I'm perfectly happy! :)
Have a wonderful week, and Merry Christmas!
Love,
Elder Vaughan
We saw a video produced by the church at our Christmas conference that I think you'd like. It was entitled "Finding Faith in Sierra Leone." It is a neat documentary that follows a number of the pioneering members of the church here (okay, well, THERE since I'm now in Liberia) in Sierra Leone. It was cool for me, because I know all of the people personally! Mamie Sivalie, Moses Wills, Prez. Turray, and Abu Tommy! It's so cool. Anyways, it just talks about their strugglings with the church, and how they were blessed by it. It talks a lot about their trials through the war. I think you'd like it, if you're able to find it.
You know, Liberia is a nice place to be. I think the only reason why it'd be unadvisable to come here as a tourist is because of the recent elections that passed. When those come around, lots of violence does too. The UN has HUGE influence here. Their peace-keeping troops are EVERYWHERE, and there are workers from all sorts of UN departments going to and fro all day long. This place has had a rough time.
There are certain places where you can see bullet holes in banks, bridges, and other things. It's crazy. Elder Liufau was telling me that they had to lock down in the apartment during the election becuase of rioting. Shouting, gunshots, and etc. We live in downtown Monrovia in an area called Matadi, so we are in the middle of the action. But, as of now, there isn't anything much exciting going on. We still have the 7 pm curfiew, and we religiously keep to it. We're always in the house before it gets dark, so we're safe.
And yes, the light and water is nice to have, but both of them have gone. Easy come, easy go, right? It's sad. The mosquitoes here are killer too, so it makes things absolutely torturous at night (that's when they're out in full-force). When we have light we have a little relief because of our fans and things, but as of right now, we're in darkness.
And yes, the conversation with Bro. Markus who drove us here was absolutely inspiring. It makes me want to write a book about him. He's a "Captain Moroni" for sure (so much so, it's actually his nickname among the missionaries!). I miss him a lot... He's just a good example of someone who knows what's important in life, and that faith and righteousness are the way to a better life. I'd just love to document his life!
Condolences to Dad, ya? Sorry he has to have a fun time recovering from surgery... Get well soon! You need to be able to talk this Sunday when I call home! ;)
Okay, Liberia is VERY different from Sierra Leone. First, there isn't so much racism here like there is in Salone. People here don't make a whole lot of comments about your skin color/nationality/the US/anything like that, whereas Salone likes to make it a central focus of your relationship with them: You're a white man, I'm a black man, and we're friends. It's irritating like crazy. Also, the Liberian people have the opposite attitude of Sierra Leoneans. People in Salone !!HATE!! Salone, but people in Liberia LOVE Liberia (almost to the point, in fact, that it's obnoxious!). It's nice, because in Salone people would complain about their country/circumstances/white people/etc on and on and on, but people here love their home! You have no idea how refreshing it is. People who love themselves and their country. It makes a world of difference.
Liberia, in general, is much like Sierra Leone regarding developement. The only difference is here in downtown Monrovia, which is developed to the point that it looks like a mini America! It's way nice. Go a few miles though, and you're back out in the bush and shanty towns. So yeah, it's mostly just our area that's like this. Every other area is atypical of ours. In general though, people here live better than people in Sierra Leone. And for us missionaries, we live better than
the missionaries in Salone. We have supermarkets! There's the legendary Harbel Supermarket, which I've not been to yet, but I've heard it's like a Safeway. Can you believe I've gone 13 months without SUPERMARKETS?? They're so expensive though. They charge in USD, and we use LD. Yeah, ouch. We're given $135USD every month, so to buy ANYTHING at a supermarket has to be carefully budgeted. Even a $0.75 can of Dr. Pepper (WHICH THEY HAVE HERE!!!) has to be carefully considered. So, while we are in fact in a nicely developed capital city, we're still living like the rest of the people: Poor. We eat rice just like Sierra Leoneans do (which isn't bad. I like rice!!).
Regarding office work, we don't spend a whole lot of time with it. We spent only like 3-4 hours in the office this week. Elder Liufau says that it depends on the mission needs though. We process baptismal records and things, and do whatever Elder Kirkham tells us to do. So it's not too bad. I like the variety it brings to the work here. While some people look at office work with scorn and disgust, I actually like it. Is it not also work to bring to pass the salvation of mankind? Indeed it is. It's just a little less glorified. According to D&C 128:8, the work of record-keeping is just as important as the ordinance work itself. Hence, I like it. Where it is not recorded, it is not completed, and cannot be acceptable in the eyes of God. I'm perfectly at home in the office (with the exception of the air conditioning. It's too cold! I think I have poor circulation, because my hands and feet get cold way too easily).
With that in mind, we spend a great deal of time teaching. It's nice. And since Elder Liufau is finished with the training program, we don't have to do 2 hours of companion study, so we have an extra hour of work. Especially with the curfiew, the extra hour makes a huge difference.
The proselyting work here is really nice too. Our area is comparatively small to everywhere else in Liberia, so we don't have to walk quite like my past area. Monrovia is also flat, so I'm not missing Wellington too badly! No more mountains! The mountain made it easy to learn the area, but it's a PAIN to summit every blessed day!
We have a lot of great investigators too. Elder Liufau, with his trainer Elder Lambson, had white-washed this area three months before I came, so it's really easy to keep track of things.
All of these factors together, I feel like I'm on a missionary vacation! Sure, I work very hard as usual, but the work is nice, and the payout is readily visible. In my previous areas, we spent a lot of time "sewing seeds." I had a lot of hardship in those areas. I hope I stay here a LONG time! Sure, hardship will come, but there are a lot of perks to being here.
It's hard to say that much around here is "exciting", but I guess that's mostly because "exciting" doesn't quite mean the same for me as it does for you! ;) I guess the new language is exciting... and complete gibberish!! It's insane, but fun.
Well, I'll stop here today. I love you so much! I'm having a blast right now. It's a great time to be a missionary. I'll be so heartbroken when it's all over... But for now, I'm here, so I'm perfectly happy! :)
Have a wonderful week, and Merry Christmas!
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Ode to the (W)retched Road to Liberia
Read the poem penned by Elder Vaughan about his 6 hour journey through the jungle to Liberia on the Mission President's blog. Also included is a short video clip of the journey.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Farewell to Freetown, Jungle Roads & Sweet L-I-B
So, while I was still in Wellington, they brought my replacement, who was indeed my dear friend and former companion Elder Bennion. We had a sweet couple of days working together as I awaited the day I traveled to Liberia. It was nice because I was able to get him acquainted with both the area and area book, his companion Bro. Kargbo, and pretty much everything else about life there. He had served in Wellington 2nd branch at the beginning of his mission, so he's already pretty familiar with the scenery.
Friday was the day I was anxiously awaiting: Heading to Liberia! Friday was nice. Bro. Markus the mission driver came and picked me up at the Wellington apartment near noon last friday. I was traveling with Elders Obinna, Coffie, and Iyieuware (yeah, the last name is insane. Pronounced "you-are-eh"). We arrived in Kenema in the evening to stay the night around 8pm after passing through Bo to drop off some few things. I got to see my old apartment on Bo #2 5th Street. Yeah, that was crazy. It was interesting to have all of the old memories flood back into my mind of the place I once called home.
When we reached Kenema, we were starving, so Markus took us to the Capitol Hotel for the crappiest and most expensive casava leaf I've ever had. However, we were filled, so I was okay.
The next day we woke early, around 6 am to start our journey again. It was amazing to listen to the stories that Bro. Markus told us about his time as a soldier in the Sierra Leone civil war. He was a true hero at that time. I was so inspired by him and his example of how to be satisfied in life. His life isn't that extravagant, and his job isn't very glorious, but he's perfectly happy because he has time for church and for his family. I'm grateful for the wisdom I gained from listening to him.
The road to Liberia, however, is 86 miles of horridness. I've never hated traveling so much in my life. It took us about six hours in the Ford Everest to reach the border. The dirt road is composed of themost turbulent array of muds, stones, and who knows what else. It seriously looked like a motocross arena. It was terrible. I was in the back seat, so I spent the whole time fighting car sickness. Poor Elder Obinna lost his own battle and threw up all over the jungle (which was staggeringly beautiful by the way. We got to drive through the Kola National Forest Reserve, which was awesome. It's a HUGE JUNGLE! Sweet.
Needless to say, I was grateful to arrive in Monrovia. This place is like a third world America. I'm struggling to find a way to describe this place. Well, I live the high life, compared to other Elders around here. We live smack in the middle of town, which is very nicely made and paved. We have dozens of super nice super markets here in town where you can get almost anything you can care to think of! Problem of course is the price. This country uses two currencies: The USD, and Liberian Dollar ("Liberty"). $1USD=$70-73LD. We don't use coins here. I dunno, just a few differences.
We have elecricity, which is a definite perk. We also have running water in the compound, which is a rather nice change. Hmph! Freetown? Forget about it. There is no running water there. I'm really liking this place. I had my first Dr. Pepper in 13 months. Yeah, sweet.
As far as my calling as office Elder goes, there's not much to it. Mostly scanning and emailing baptismal records. It's not bad. I like the office work because it gives me a little chance to change things up every once in a while. I can get pretty discontent with routine. I'm amazed to this day that I survived Njaie Town for so long. As of right now, I'm enjoying sweet air conditioning in my office and an amazing computer all to myself for free. Yeah, the labor of office elder has some definite perks. Our office is in the Sinkor district center, so we get to come to the church all the time. This place is really nice, and the church has done really well here. I'm happy about that!
My companion is amazing. He really knows his stuff, is a humble guy, and works his tail off. He certainly keeps me on my toes! It's great. He's from Texas, has been on mission for 2 transfers now, and is just excellent. I'm really enjoying being with him. After being with a branch missionary for so long, it sure is sweet to be with a legit Elder again. I'm really loving this place.
Yesterday and the day before was our Christmas conference, hence why I'm emailing today, rather than Monday. We had loads of fun, played games, all that jazz. We watched Megamind again, which was just as good the second time, and A Christmas Carol starring Jim Carrey. The food was so good too! I had my first turkey and cheese sandwhich in I don't know how long! Then I had a legit CHEESEBURGER! Man, I can see why everyone calls this place "Sweet L.I.B."! We're enjoying like crazy. I got to see some old friends like Elders Svongwa, Tims, and Appleby. All in all, I really had a great time.
As far as the people go, I don't know too much yet. I've only taught like 5 lessons since I've arrived because of the conferences and things. I do know, however, that these people speak the worst English I've ever heard. You can't even excuse it by saying it's a different language. It sounds like English from the deep south gone horribly wrong. I'm doing my best to keep up with it. They call it "coloqua." It's not a written language, so I can't really send any examples. They basically cut off the last syllable of any word they speak. It's bad. I'll try to give you some samples on the phone when we talk at Christmas. ;)
Alrighty, everyone, I love you! Have a wonderful week! can't wait to hear from you! :)
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Friday was the day I was anxiously awaiting: Heading to Liberia! Friday was nice. Bro. Markus the mission driver came and picked me up at the Wellington apartment near noon last friday. I was traveling with Elders Obinna, Coffie, and Iyieuware (yeah, the last name is insane. Pronounced "you-are-eh"). We arrived in Kenema in the evening to stay the night around 8pm after passing through Bo to drop off some few things. I got to see my old apartment on Bo #2 5th Street. Yeah, that was crazy. It was interesting to have all of the old memories flood back into my mind of the place I once called home.
When we reached Kenema, we were starving, so Markus took us to the Capitol Hotel for the crappiest and most expensive casava leaf I've ever had. However, we were filled, so I was okay.
The next day we woke early, around 6 am to start our journey again. It was amazing to listen to the stories that Bro. Markus told us about his time as a soldier in the Sierra Leone civil war. He was a true hero at that time. I was so inspired by him and his example of how to be satisfied in life. His life isn't that extravagant, and his job isn't very glorious, but he's perfectly happy because he has time for church and for his family. I'm grateful for the wisdom I gained from listening to him.
The road to Liberia, however, is 86 miles of horridness. I've never hated traveling so much in my life. It took us about six hours in the Ford Everest to reach the border. The dirt road is composed of themost turbulent array of muds, stones, and who knows what else. It seriously looked like a motocross arena. It was terrible. I was in the back seat, so I spent the whole time fighting car sickness. Poor Elder Obinna lost his own battle and threw up all over the jungle (which was staggeringly beautiful by the way. We got to drive through the Kola National Forest Reserve, which was awesome. It's a HUGE JUNGLE! Sweet.
Needless to say, I was grateful to arrive in Monrovia. This place is like a third world America. I'm struggling to find a way to describe this place. Well, I live the high life, compared to other Elders around here. We live smack in the middle of town, which is very nicely made and paved. We have dozens of super nice super markets here in town where you can get almost anything you can care to think of! Problem of course is the price. This country uses two currencies: The USD, and Liberian Dollar ("Liberty"). $1USD=$70-73LD. We don't use coins here. I dunno, just a few differences.
We have elecricity, which is a definite perk. We also have running water in the compound, which is a rather nice change. Hmph! Freetown? Forget about it. There is no running water there. I'm really liking this place. I had my first Dr. Pepper in 13 months. Yeah, sweet.
As far as my calling as office Elder goes, there's not much to it. Mostly scanning and emailing baptismal records. It's not bad. I like the office work because it gives me a little chance to change things up every once in a while. I can get pretty discontent with routine. I'm amazed to this day that I survived Njaie Town for so long. As of right now, I'm enjoying sweet air conditioning in my office and an amazing computer all to myself for free. Yeah, the labor of office elder has some definite perks. Our office is in the Sinkor district center, so we get to come to the church all the time. This place is really nice, and the church has done really well here. I'm happy about that!
My companion is amazing. He really knows his stuff, is a humble guy, and works his tail off. He certainly keeps me on my toes! It's great. He's from Texas, has been on mission for 2 transfers now, and is just excellent. I'm really enjoying being with him. After being with a branch missionary for so long, it sure is sweet to be with a legit Elder again. I'm really loving this place.
Yesterday and the day before was our Christmas conference, hence why I'm emailing today, rather than Monday. We had loads of fun, played games, all that jazz. We watched Megamind again, which was just as good the second time, and A Christmas Carol starring Jim Carrey. The food was so good too! I had my first turkey and cheese sandwhich in I don't know how long! Then I had a legit CHEESEBURGER! Man, I can see why everyone calls this place "Sweet L.I.B."! We're enjoying like crazy. I got to see some old friends like Elders Svongwa, Tims, and Appleby. All in all, I really had a great time.
As far as the people go, I don't know too much yet. I've only taught like 5 lessons since I've arrived because of the conferences and things. I do know, however, that these people speak the worst English I've ever heard. You can't even excuse it by saying it's a different language. It sounds like English from the deep south gone horribly wrong. I'm doing my best to keep up with it. They call it "coloqua." It's not a written language, so I can't really send any examples. They basically cut off the last syllable of any word they speak. It's bad. I'll try to give you some samples on the phone when we talk at Christmas. ;)
Alrighty, everyone, I love you! Have a wonderful week! can't wait to hear from you! :)
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Monday, December 5, 2011
Transferring to Monrovia, Liberia!
First: Congrats on the Armar Branch becoming a Ward! It's a great blessing indeed. The people here are anxiously awaiting the day that there can be a ward in their COUNTRY, let alone one they can attend. Many of us speculate that that is why Elder Holland is coming: To organize the first stake. But, we don't know! Time will tell.
Second: Congrats with cyber monday! I can't wait to come back to join the team. I really do miss it a lot. It felt kind of like a working family (it DID help that the family also works there! ;) ) Sounds like you did BOKU past 1,000 orders last week alone! That's so cool! The way it sounds, the new warehouse isn't going to do for the business for much longer!
Okay, so I have a little to talk about today: Last night was transfer news, and I'm being transferred to Sinkor branch in Monrovia Liberia! I'll be serving as an office elder for the whole of Liberia. I don't really know what all of that entails, but it'll be sweet. I'm going to an Elder Liufau, who is an American Samoan. From what I've heard, he's never actually been to Samoa, so he's basically an American. Elder Liufau has been on mission a little over three months now, so I'm still senior companion. Isn't THAT fun?
I already knew I was transferring mid-week last week when I received news from the Assistants on Wednesday that ANOTHER branch missionary was coming to me starting the very next day. I thought it was very odd, considering that Bro. Sanu was going to stay until Sunday evening. If they wanted me to be with a branch missionary again, they could have just waited til today or tomorrow to send him! I spent the night pondering the reason and concluded the following morning that it was because I was surely being transferred, thus giving Bro. Kargbo a chance to learn the area a little before I go. Sure enough, it's what happened! I'm pretty dang excited to go. That place is basically another mission! Funny enough, it's Elder Bennion that's coming to
replace me! I think it's where he'll finish his mission, since he's going back in April.
Training pre-mies (Pre-Missionaries) is NOT EASY! They typically have ZERO experience teaching, so it's obviously a challenge for that reason. I do my best to help them prepare for their own missions. I've learned a lot here in Wellington about dealing with people that you may not get along with. I just do my best, and go forward with a smile! There's not a whole lot else you can do.
Elder Kenner left us today. All that needs to be said about that is that it's sad. After 9 months of living with him. I'll miss him a lot, but he's returning after a faithful 2 years, so I'm happy for
him.
Okay, time don don. Next time you hear from me, it'll be from Monrovia! Woo hoo!!! A new life awaits! And OH!! I get to live with my pikin Elder Esiaba again! I'm WAY excited for that! I think I'm leaving Freetown on Friday, I'll get there Saturday. You can change my "current city" status on Facebook, eh? ;) Ha ha ha!!
Okay, love you lots! Have a wonderful week!
Love,Elder Vaughan
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