Sunday...We went to the YSA Ward here in Botswana. The whole thing was once in a lifetime, wonderful. The congregants' singing was loud, on-key and generally amazing; nevertheless the Bishop arose after the opening hymn and prayer to give a tongue lashing about learning the hymns better and that the hymns were not just to be used at church on Sunday. No small wonder they sang so enthusiastically! The women who spoke were well-prepared and engaging and the counselor in the Stake Presidency who wrapped up the meeting was direct, yet amusing. He counseled the young women to not waste their time with a young man that had dated them for 2 or more years with no hint of a marriage proposal because they would just have to start all over again -- wise words, wise words. Sorry, no pics.
Not to be outdone by the NBA in the USA, we had our own neighborhood futbol finals. Apparently, 4 teams come to the lot to play, each playing a match. They are very good and draw large crowds. The lot is marked off with rocks and chunks of bricks. The winners go to the finals that day. We were approached by 2 ladies supporting the yellow team to see if we wanted to sponsor. We declined. We were going for the blue team.
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| Sam subbing in. JK. He was getting out of the way of my camera and I think he is amazing even then. |
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| Getting ready to score. |
TBDN (Throwback Day Nine) This is a little Lion King production we put together on safari...enjoy...
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