It doesn't even feel like Christmas. Christmas here for many people is just an excuse to stop working and drink more alcohol than you did in the entire year. Anyway, my comp's name is Elder Kondowe, not Kongolo, my bad. He's a very hard worker, and we will have great success together. He's from Zimbabwe, and he's pretty cool.
Gogo means grandma pretty much. That gogo is so sweet though. We are planning a braai (barbeque) for the day after Christmas with our zone leaders. It should be pretty cool. Don't sweat about the recipe book. There's no need to rush. Meat is not too expensive, but I don't buy too much of it. Canned goods are extremely expensive here. Canned soups are something I will probably never buy here, but I can make soups from scratch, if you send the recipes because that'll be much cheaper.
That's a bummer with auston's homecoming talk being cut short. Everyone wants to hear rm's speak for a long time - it's sort of a way to present a last will and testament as a missionary--to summarize the whole thing. That's really nice that he's home though.
It seems like everyone is being destroyed back home. That's definitely not good. I wish them well, and I will keep them in my prayers for sure. Every few weeks, it seems that I have an experience, ordinary or extraordinary, that increases my awareness of the purpose of this life. It reminds me that there really is a life after death and that the righteous decisions I make here are giving me happiness now and securing my place in the celestial kingdom. I love you all so much. I will keep you in my prayers.
Merry Christmas
Elder Steed
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