Music, Mataus and MONKEYS!

Why hello there, and welcome to this weeks edition of  'Adventures with Elder Tucker: The story of a real live Tarzan'.  Now no further evidence is required to prove once again that out of all of the Tucker brothers. I am the real Tarzan. Now while I can't run around in a loin cloth or grow out my hair. I still propose that I am the most Tarzan of all my brothers.  I have been to and lived in the african jungles. I speak african languages. The final and most important reason, I NOW HAVE A MONKEY FRIEND!!!! ( I know not a gorilla, but there aren't wild gorillas in Kenya, only in the congo so it is the best I got.)

Story one: Reason number three.

Last Tuesday while we were leaving Naivasha I walked outside to find a monkey on the water tower.  So I did what any normal man would have done and grabbed the closest fruit to me to give it as an offering. Which happened to be a mchungua, swahili for greenish fruit that tastes similar to an orange.  I went out to give it to him as I was speaking to him. Then I set down the mchungua and he came down and started eating it, but he had a gimp arm so I helped him peel it. Then I went back inside and got him a banana.  Sadly I didn't have my camera but my companion can testify, as well as three fundis(craftsman) that were fixing our roof. If you need proof I will refer you to them. I named him Marvin, he is super chill monkey. I promised him when I got back to Naivasha I would get bananas and we would eat them on top of the water tower.  He nodded in agreement. I have a wild monkey friend now; I am the real Tarzan.

Story number 2: Rain storms are so fun.

We had zone conference this week which was awesome, mostly because they bought us all KFC ( yeah authentic Kentucky Fried Chicken) it was awesome. I got pizza and I got to see most of my transfer group again after eight months! I bought some proselyting mini scriptures because the rain is destroying my scriptures and a bunch of Bible videos of Jesus Christ which are awesome.

After the conference it starts to down pour, not just rain, down pour.  So while all the Africans are staying in the church. I decide to live life to the fullest and go jump in puddles. ( Mission President was slightly displeased with this decision, but I didn't mind cause I had to walk home in the rain anyways.)  So whilst going to jump into a huge puddle, I trip on the uneven cement and not only jumped into it but flopped into this puddle. I just sat on the ground and laughed my head off, while everyone else decided I was nutz. ( They aren't wrong though.) Then I walked back to the upper hill apartment ( where we were staying) singing at the top of my lungs. The only other mzungu and I had a contest to see who could find the deepest puddle. It was so fun I had a blast, the Africans however did not have a great time. 

Nakuru is also really cool and pretty. I got to give a talk this week to a congregation of a whole 8 people. Nakuru is only a group and most of the members live far away. I wasn't scared because most of the members couldn't understand me anyway. I learned some more of their language. I can now have a basic conversation in three African languages and greet in about eleven.

We were in a Matatu for about six hours on Thursday, not super comfy, but hey it's what we got. I met this concert cellist lady who was super awesome on our way to Nairobi. Talked to her about music and all this fun stuff. It was a good week. 

Have a great week guys,

Elmer Tarzan