So this week started off to a pretty bad start as I got a very unwanted African souvenir, malaria. I woke up this tuesday with one of the worst migranes I’ve ever had, and spent most of the morning in bed. Then the zone leaders called and told us that we should probably go to the hospital. I was a little bit reluctant because it hurt to move, but we went anyways. We got to an intersection where we were trying to call a taxi and I vomited into the nearest sewage gutter. We eventually got to the hospital were they took my blood and I was diagnosed with a crap ton of malaria (not his actual words, but still). Because I was vomiting a lot, me and my comp had to spend the day at the hospital where I was given an IV. I’m alright now, but it was definitely not an experience I’d like to go through again.
Last Saturday we visited our african grandparents, who live a little bit far from our appartement, so we had to take a taxi to get there. But we forgot to bring money to get us back, so we ended up walking about 15 miles that day and we also got lost twice on the way. But it was a pretty fun experience because we got to see the sights of Yaounde up close.
A couple of hours ago at the market something pretty interesting happened. A crazy lady armed with a skinny pipe which she simultaneously used as a cane started following us around. We told her to go away but she refused and started hitting my companion with her cane. So we spent most of our time at the market today trying to run away from this crazy lady who just wouldn’t leave us alone.
We also had a few very spiritual experiences, only a few though, because I spent half of the week trying to get over my malaria. But during one of our lessons I had a very typical yet spiritual experience. I was explaining the importance of the gospel in our mortal existence, and I had the random impression that I needed to ask him a question. So that’s exactly what I did, I don’t even remember what I asked him, but as soon as I asked him it he opened up, and we were able to teach him according to his needs. It was a pretty stereotypical missionary experience, but it reminded me of the importance of the spirit in our teaching.