We are gradually learning what to do in the mission office. It's a lot. Elder Torrie is the financial secretary and also works with the housing employee. Each young missionary pays for his or her own mission but the money is all controlled by the financial secretary. Each missionary receives a certain amount each month. That way they can't squander it all at once. Senior missionaries pay their own way also but it is not controlled by the mission. Does that make sense?
I am the mission secretary. I write letters and apply for visas and make travel arrangements. It's a lot too but I'm gradually learning. I also visit with all the missionaries as they come in so they will feel more comfortable. It's easy to love these young men and women. A lot of the African missionaries speak three or more languages. Wow!
Below are some pictures I thought you may be interested in. We haven't taken pictures of the traffic because we don't want to call attention to ourselves. But google for "traffic in Nairobi" and you will see some fun pictures.
|Forgot to put this picture in last Saturday. Now we've seen baboons and horses on the road. How cool is that?|
|This is a main road leading up to our office. No wonder we drive trucks!|
|There are also several embassies on this road so lots of obstacles to slow us down.|
|A flowering tree|
|I love Bougainvillea! It grows about two feet tall at home in Alberta and dies when summer is over. Here they grow on trees.|
|Here I am with Nissan truck. 4-wheel drive. Passenger side is on the left.|
|LeRon does a good job of driving.|
|One of the wards meets in this chapel which is attached to the mission office and to the Area Service Center, which houses LDS Charities, Self-reliance, Public Affairs, a Distribution Center, and a Seminaries and Institute.|
|Elder Torrie is carrying a printer to our office.|
|Here's the front door of our office. There are two locks on it and then a barred door inside with a heavy padlock.|
|Elder Torrie in his office|
|Sister Torrie in her office|
|These are some of the guards who guard our compound. Nice, friendly men.|
|When the guards see us coming they open this gate so we can drive through.|
|Help! Let me out! We're locked inside the foyer to our apartment! A big padlock locks us in.|