Which Road Goes to Ngaba Ward?

We try each week that we're in town to go to a different ward/branch so that we can support our missionaries and get better acquainted with members. We have no official responsibility relating to them since all of Kinshasa is organized into stakes, but it's good to get to know them and to see our missionaries in action. Last week we went to Ngaba Ward.
Finding things in Kinshasa is a challenge. GPS doesn't work. Not many streets have names and if they do, they aren't marked with signs. The layout of streets isn't orderly or geometric. Church-built chapels are often on main streets, but rented buildings, of which there are many, are often deep into neighborhoods. It's quite a challenge.
When Brent goes to meet with members or missionaries he often uses a driver because learning all the locations of the 30 or so buildings in Kinshasa would take too much time and some places aren't very good to go into without an African with us.
Last Sunday Brent decided that he could find the Ngaba building.  I'm lost at all times and wouldn't get behind the wheel of a car in this city unless my life depended on it. But he felt quite confident that he could find it. So, off we went.We did well on the major street, which we travel all the time, like past the giant, tower and park whose purpose we don't know and on which they're spending a fortune.

Past the reviewing stands in front of one of the government buildings,

and then past the place where you can buy cemetery monuments.

At this point we left the one really nice road and  came to a round-about that we hadn't remembered was there. That was  when it got a little complicated. There were four different roads you could take from the round-about.  We weren't sure which one went to Ngaba.  There were, of course, no street signs or signage of any kind to give us a hint of where to go,  so we just turned right.

We headed into the neighborhood and it didn't take long to recognize that this wasn't the right direction.

So we made a U-turn, went back to the roundabout and tried again.  This wasn't the right way either. It soon turned into a very narrow street and didn't go up toward the hills as we knew we had to do.

So, we went to the next road. It was under construction and had an open trench on the side of the road big enough to swallow a car. In fact, as we drove along we saw a Corolla-size car laying on its side in this trench.  There was a crowd of people around it and we decided to just take a picture of it on the way back. After the 3 hour-block of meetings and a few interviews somehow the car had been removed.

This road did ascend as we know the road to the Ngaba chapel did, so we keep going.

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Third time was the charm.  As the street began to ascend  into the hills we knew that we were in the right place.  Then suddenly in the midst of the busy, people filled-streets and chaos that is Kinshasa we saw the beautiful church-built chapel for which we were looking. 

After church we headed straight home.  The fourth road at the roundabout, was left as "the road not taken."  In Kinshasa you don't drive a road just to see where it goes. And since "way leads on to way, we took the third and that made all the difference." We had a great day at church last Sunday in Ngaba, drove straight home, closed the gates behind us and breathed a sigh of relief that we had finished another "Sunday drive" in Kinshasa or as Elder Stagg says every day upon their arrival home. "We made it home and cheated death again."