Weather Report and such

We all (maybe we older folk) repeat a saying about the weather, “Red in the morning, Sailor take warning; red at night, Sailor’s delight.” We had a substantial rainstorm this past week and at 6:00 PM (18:00) there was a beautiful red sunset, the sky was ablaze with color.

Around 9:00 PM (21:00) the rains, thunder and lightning started and every bit of dirt in the air came down but this time there was enough water to wash the air clean. It rained off and on all night. We went to the Chapel Saturday to watch the first two sessions of General Conference

and the streets were wet and only a few sprinkles were falling. As we drove along we could see why they have an “army” of street sweepers with brooms. Most of the streets are dirt or sand and when it rains like that those roads wash down to the paved roads and the street sweepers are spaced about one block (Provo block) apart and spend their day sweeping dirt. I didn’t understand why they would do that day after day (except Sunday), why every day? It will be interesting to see what progress they make today (Monday) on moving all that sand from the road to the shoulder so it can be washed back into the road next time it rains.

Sweeper in safety vest alongside a transport

So back to my original question, since we are in the Southern Hemisphere, should the saying go like this; Red in the morning, Sailor’s get going; Red at night, Sailor’s plight! We had rain again Sunday night so things look “clean” even the air. I put clean in quotes because there are so many levels of clean.  We can see the Congo River through a window from in our apartment and the air isn’t clear enough to see any details, hard to separate the water from the land but Saturday you could see the land and it was green with trees and the water was still gray with clumps of something floating along but you could distinguish the difference between the two. 

 Monday we left our apartment at 7:00 to attend a devotional for all Church employees held in the SI building where our PEF office is. Traffic is about the same, taxis driving sideways, transports changing lanes from right to left and back again right in front of our truck, the best one was when one flipped a U-turn right in front of us and went the opposite direction on a divided road. You have to have at least two sets of eyes to keep track of all directions including up and down.

Monday is usually a busy day, well all days are busy but because so many employees gather for the devotional, they bring students from their wards and stakes to the office to get started on their paperwork for PEF loans. We left the office about 16:00 with Frère Mutombo and Kalongi Dieumerci Tshitundu to participate in the Mutombo’s Family Home Evening. When you get off the one or two main roads you don’t have many roads that are paved or the pavement has been maintained but after you get through the juggernaut close to the office we were on a fairly nice road. It wound around nice walled properties, trees and went up in elevation. It even felt cooler. The elevation was something like going along 3700 North to the West up the hill. We passed a property that had a beautiful wrought iron fence around it that followed the curve in the road for quite a distance; Mark said that the fence looked like ones that the Church puts around Temples. Didier said that the “Church Officials” visited this property as part of their information-gathering preliminary work for the temple here. Then he said that this was the Presidential Palace and was where the father of the current “President” was assassinated some years ago. 

We turned off this winding paved road onto a rocky, potholed, lane that in places looked like steps to go down. In my mind I saw images of cars in movies being driven down stairs to escape the police. Then there was a sharp drop and I thought, how will we ever get back up this hill? We turned off this lane into a narrower lane and the home was the first gate on the left. It was a very humble home with the water source out in the yard against the wall enclosure. They had a little garden with Manioc or cassava growing. We went into their living room; the family was gathered, which included a young man unknown to us and three sisters of Sister Mutombo and three little ones, two children of Frère Didier and a niece. 

That was one of the best FHE's I have ever participated in. It was in French but I did understand enough to know that it was a lesson on faith and that faith requires that we ask in prayer and Heavenly Father listens and answers our prayers. President Mutombo is 34 years old and serves in the Stake Presidency as the second counselor. He and his wife traveled to South Africa with their first child, a girl, to be sealed. They now have a son, Dave, that is around one. They are preparing to return to the temple with about eighteen family members to do endowments and sealings for many of their brothers and sisters.

  

Dieumerci asked if we could get back to familiar territory (he wanted to linger longer because his girlfriend is Jennie, one of the three sisters) and I asked him to see if I had the turns correct. He asked which direction do you turn at the top of the lane, I said left. He laughed and said the he would go with us to get us back. I must have been wrong. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it might be, but we were glad to have Dieumerci with us. We dropped him at a place where he could get transportation to his part of town and continued on a familiar road to our apartment. We got there at 19:00. The drive was in the dark and the hardest part was trying to dodge pedestrians stepping right in front of you. Whew! These forays underscore the reasons why Senior Missionary Couples drive trucks

Trucks for Moons, Sneddons, Smiths, and Gates

 We have a “New” truck, the one that was “totaled” the day we arrived. It is a blue Izusu not quite as big as the Toyota truck we were driving. They spent $8,000 to repair it, but the door on the driver’s side isn’t tight and produces a wind-tunnel sound when your speed gets above 30 miles per hour. We changed trucks on Friday and drove home. Saturday we worked all day on P’day things and then Sunday we tried to start it so we could go to church and the battery was unresponsive. The Moons gave us a ride and Elder Smith "1" got jumper cables so we were able to get to the office on Monday. Getting a battery replacement was a task that took all one day but it is still not right so tomorrow Mark has to spend another day finding out what is wrong with it. I guess he will go with someone that is responsible for the upkeep of the fleet.

We'll say goodbye today from the 10th floor of our building, where we took a rooftop view of the city.

The railroad yards where commuters come in and go out twice a day.

The courtyard of St. Joseph's school, our next door neighbor

 

Lots of light from the setting sun at 5:00 p.m. in Kinshasa