What a crazy week it has been! It all started on Tuesday when we flew out of Texas. When we got to Georgia, we started our 16 hr. flight to Johannesburg. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I sat by this really cute lady with an British accent. She was going to South Africa to surprise her daughter who was graduating from medical school! I thought that was so fun. We chatted a bit and I explained what I was doing. She told me that this would change my life forever, and mold me into an even greater person. She also said that I radiated love when I was speaking to her and that I would bless many lives. I thought that was really sweet.
Once I got to Zimbabwe, it was Wednesday evening. It was so weird! I felt like I skipped a day, and I had been traveling for more than 24 hours because of the time difference. I stayed with the STL's that night and Thursday night. Thursday morning we had a zone conference. I was still so jet-lagged and culture shocked that I can't really remember what went on. That night I went in their area a bit and then went home and fell asleep so fast!
My companion's name is Sister Omondi and she is from Kenya. Sister Omondi is so cute and kind! I already love her so much. She has a very strong testimony and is so bold when she is teaching. I look up to her so much and will definitely learn a lot from her!
My area that I am in is called Zengeza. Oh, Zengeza... where do I begin?! Zengeza is so populated. There are people everywhere! Because of the high population, there is also TRASH everywhere! It really is not a beautiful city at all, but the people are beautiful. They are so kind and humble. They want to learn about Christ. Most are very friendly and maybe sometimes a bit too friendly. I had three men these last two days tell me that they love me, and two of them said they wanted to go to America with me and get married. Ya, no thank you! I am probably the only white person in the town. They have seen them on TV, but it is rare when they see a white person. My favorite is the little children. When they see me, they run up and yell," Murungu!( white person)" They ask me how I am doing and they always want to touch my hand. They are so stinking cute! The children are always running around barefoot and playing. I love to watch them play soccer. The kids are what make me smile and keep me happy most days!
We are staying in such a nice house, I am not even joking! It has tile floor and lots of rooms. We share it with the other sisters' who are in Zengeza. The only thing is that our hot water is broken, so we have to heat water on the stove to then shower with. That's okay though, I am just grateful for what we have. We also wash our clothes by hand, that should be an experience. I don't have much of an appetite! But I am eating. We are not allowed to eat with the members, so we cook at home. I eat good and clean meals. At the MTC they gave me a water bottle with a filter. Our house water also has a filter, so it is really clean. Protein bars are GREAT!!!
I still have not really adjusted to the jetlag. I feel like I am always tired! The heat and walking doesn't help either. I am going to have some AWESOME tan lines! I already do have a slight one from my shoes. When we come home from lunch, I eat really fast so I can go and lay down for 20 min. I have to admit, I cried myself to sleep for most of those naps. I am just really struggling with the culture. I can't even explain it, but it is SO different from America. People can speak English, but it is either spoken with a thick African accent or mixed with Shona. I don't understand Shona at all! This all makes me really homesick. I know I will eventually adjust, so I am not giving up. This is hard, but I knew it would be hard. When I accepted my call, I promised the Lord that I would give this my all, so that is what I am going to do.
I will tell you more about the people we are teaching next week. These past couple of days have been so crazy, I forgot what even went on. haha hopefully by next week I will get a handle on things and be able to remember what people we taught. I can tell you about church though! Primary was outside in the dirt and they set up chairs for all of the kiddos. It was so cute to watch them. Sacrament meeting is in a tent, and it's pretty awesome. Sacrament meeting was nothing like American sacrament meetings, but that's okay. It doesn't matter how it is done, it only matters that the gospel is being taught correctly, and it was. This week I gained a great testimony that this is the true gospel. I may be 9,000 miles away from home, but the gospel of Jesus Christ is still the same. We still took the sacrament, listened to talks, and sang an intermediate hymn. The restored gospel is on the earth and it is being given to ALL nations!
I love you and miss you all so much. Thank you for your prayers and support. I may be homesick, but I am okay. I can do hard things! Don't worry about me, I am happy doing the Lord's work here in Zimbabwe and I am safe doing it. Talk to you next week!
Sister Kershaw






