tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82430906866614831662023-11-16T03:06:09.143-08:00Building Bridges with RwandaThe purpose of the trip is to establish Western Washington University’s international service-learning activities in Gashora, Rwanda, creating a partnership to advance a rural community’s development goals while providing rich educational opportunities for Western students.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-47009815941102540772012-07-23T11:51:00.001-07:002012-07-23T11:51:12.819-07:00The Beginning of Goodbyes<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
31</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning, we all trek to the
primary school for English Club. When we reach the school, a few students are
lingering in the courtyard, but the school is otherwise a ghost town. Most
students are enjoying their break after exams last week, but 14 students still
show up for English Club. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We wind them up with singing and
Simon Says. Then, we break off into small groups and do a vocabulary contest.
Each group has to list as many items as they can from a topic. When I write the
topic “Animals” on the board, their eyes light up and they start to write
furiously. Without an eraser, I’m forced to erase the board with my hand, which
leaves my hands dusty and my pants smeared with white powder. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We’re amazed with the students’
knowledge. When we do verbs, one group comes up with over thirty verbs in two
minutes. We also work on forming questions, which is initially very difficult
to explain until Teddy helps us by translating. Before finishing the class, we
take a small break and head to the courtyard where Big Dog teaches us a dance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In a circle on the dusty ground, we
hop around following Bog Dog’s lead. As dust puffs into the air, we giggle and pressure Big Dog to continue so Teddy and Olivier can film the spectacle.
Then we head inside and finish up the lesson. Before we leave, we thank the
students for being dedicated, and we mingle around the room giving hugs. Their small fingers wrap around us like appreciation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Then the students sing us a song:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>We are the young women and men of Rwanda</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>We are marching with this</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>The path to education is singing and dancing
with joy</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>we are uniting together for a better Rwanda</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>WE HOPE FOR THE FUTURE!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At our final English Club lesson
with the Health Center, we ask questions of the students to assess our English
lessons. Then, they thank us for our time, presenting Tim with a love basket,
and us students with woven sandals. Some of the students stand up to thank specific
people. Hassan thanks Tim for visiting him at his home and teaching him
English, Isa thanks Lauren for taking the time to know him, and Claude thanks Brooke and
Filimon who he is Facebook friends with. It’s difficult to say goodbye,
especially when our students tell us they wish we could stay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On a brighter note, we have the
best dinner in the world! THE KENYAN CHEF, RONALD, MAKES US BROCHETTES FOR
DINNER! Yes, brochettes! At first, we all get one, some of us none, and our
faces are glum. But moments later, another mountain of brochettes appears. The
crispy meat flakes and crunches in our mouths. Then, we wash it down with smooth
pinkish fruit salad. We will never hear a goat’s cry the same way again.</span> </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-28000655141755482812012-07-22T12:39:00.001-07:002012-07-24T03:17:41.668-07:00The Final Weekend<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
28</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It’s an easy Saturday with a free
morning for working on homework. At lunch time, some of students stay at La
Palisse and enjoy pizza, samosas (fried pockets of awesomeness) and Fantas.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Afterward, we meet with journalists, Rogers,
and Olivier, who work with our original Olivier and Teddy. They explain the use
of media amongst young people to open up discussions, since it’s a good way to
deal with things. They promote peace and try to resolve prejudice in the media.
They participate in the Amani Great Lakes film festival, have a magazine called Heza and a radio show called Heza. Four days a week, Heza radio has a 30 minute clip on Voice of America (VOA). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You can learn more about the youth
media in Rwanda by visiting: http://www.urunganoyouthandmedia.org/?p__ and you might also see some
videos of our group!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
30</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some students head to the Pentecostal Church, and Carrie and I head to
the Catholic Church.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Without a translator, or a sense of
direction, Carrie and I realize that we have no idea where the Catholic Church
is. We call Rogers, who is in Kigali, and he calls Yvonne’s husband, who sends
her son, Morris to find us. Before Morris finds us, we run into Bob, one of the
children we see often in town. He’s waiting in line with his friends and their
yellow jugs to get water when he sees us. He gives us high-fives and we ask him
where the church is but he doesn’t understand. Then we ask in Kinyarwanda and
he grabs my hand and leads us in the right direction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can feel my hand sweating in Bob’s
as the Rwandan sun beats down on my back. As he leads us down a road, we see
Morris ahead of us, waving his hands frantically. Morris speaks incredible
English, approaches us and says, “I heard you were lost!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we walk up to the Catholic
Church, a nice brick building with windows formed by absent bricks, we hear
singing. When we enter, the congregation stares at us and we realize that the
woman we were planning to meet is not present. We take a seat on a bench, which
reminds us of the benches at Nyamata, and listen intently to the Kinyarwanda
although we cannot understand it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then, a young woman our age
approaches us and tells us she will translate for us. She’s wearing silly bands
on her left hand and whispers the translation quietly. We are so thankful for
her help. She directs us to receive the body of Christ and lets us know when we
need to stand. We clap along with the songs, but the best part is sending peace
to our neighbors. AMOHORO! Toward the end of mass, the priest asks us to stand
up and introduce ourselves and our purpose in Gashora. They wish we could join
them every week to help them praise God. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we leave the church, I get to
talk with one of the students from the English club at the primary school, Bacht,
and he’s excited for tomorrow’s lesson.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(Others may also do write-ups of
their church experience this morning so keep looking!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After church and lunch, we head to
La Palisse to work on homework until we have class. We reflect on what we’ll
say when people ask us about Rwanda. We want to talk about the community, about
the amazing Rwandan partners we’ve had (Lama, Cedric, Teddy, Olivier, Rogers,
William), and we also feel that expressing this experience will be difficult.
So, if you’re reading this, thanks for making things easier for us and staying
informed while everything is going on!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The sun sets once more. We walk to
our compound, swatting mosquitoes. We feel moths in the candlelight of our
hearts. How will we say goodbye?</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-62320477972561243392012-07-22T00:43:00.001-07:002012-07-24T03:13:52.698-07:00The Final Stretch<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I apologize for how long it took for this update to appear. It's been an exhausting week! 5 days left :( </i><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
21</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we crawl out of our beds at
5am, it’s still dark outside. Judy points out Jupiter and Venus in the northern
hemisphere, explaining that we can tell they are planets because they don’t
twinkle. Breakfast is rough, since we’re not used to eating so early. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we load the bus, we get a burst
of energy; Nicole dances in the aisle of the large van, her disco fingers
pointing to the ceiling as we shove backpacks under seats and stack them in the
back seat. We stop at the Nakumat in Kigali, use the restroom, and get snacks
for the rest of the trip. Then, we all pass out in the van.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Steve sleeping on the bus and using his Kinyarwanda flash cards as a pillow</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In Butare, we visit the old palace
of King Mutara Rudahigwa III. As we step up on to the cement, we look up at the
intricate tiles bordering the palace. We remove our shoes before entering the
bedroom of the King’s mother. In Rwanda, the king’s mother was always ruling by
the side of the king. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately King Mutara’s mother
was moved to a different house when Belgians felt that she was affecting their
relationship with the King and their position of power. When the Germans gave
King Mutara the gift of a Volkswagen Beatle, which he was almost too tall to
fit in, the car disappeared. It’s suggested that the Belgians poisoned Mutara
for resisting Christianity; they asked him to follow the “king of kings,” which
he did not understand because he was a king. He died just before he could move
into his new palace, a large modern building with brick red roofing that sits
on a hill above the old palace.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Inside the mother’s room, there is
no furniture, because it was stolen during the genocide. This is also the case
for the rest of the palace. In the King’s study, a chair the size of a futon
sits to represent just how important the king was. Black and white photos of
kings, sometimes standing with random muzungus, decorate the walls. We peer
into a glass case filled with ivory presents which are also visible in an old
picture of the original sitting room. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we enter the bathroom, our
guide tells us that he’s curious about how the king fit in such a small bathtub
since he was around 7ft tall. A cell phone is plugged into the wall, “Is that
the king’s cell phone?” we ask, laughing. The king’s toilet is said to be the
only place that he went without driving his car. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After touring the palace, we tour a
replica of a traditional hut palace. At the entrance, the tour guide explains
that two guards used to stand at the entrance with spears and would only let a
person in if given the proper signal from the king. Some people would wait for
days, weeks, months, just to speak with the king.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once the guests entered the yard of
the king, they would stand in front of the hut where a clay barrier, painted
white, separated them from the king. They had to walk around the barrier and bow
in front of the king before speaking with him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Inside the hut, straw walls
separate the meeting room where fires were built. On one side of the hut, women
stayed, and in the front of the hut, men stayed. The king’s room consists of a
king sized bed and woven baskets which act as armoires. The bed is the size of
four modern king sized bed. The guide calls the room “the king’s playground.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then we tour the two huts behind
the main hut. One hut, where a girl was selected to stay at a young age, was
the milk hut. The girl was not allowed to have male visitors and had to remain a
virgin for fear that someone might poison the king’s milk. The girl had to
work for the king throughout his entire reign, which sounds like no big deal,
except that one king ruled for 42 years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The other hut, where a man was selected to
stay, was the beer hut, where many men came to visit and taste-test the beer.
Sounds like a great job! There were three types of beer: banana beer, honey
beer, and a mixture of the two. The beer they’re talking about is so high in
alcohol content that they taste more like wines. I imagine a crowd of young men
sipping beer from gourd cups with hollow sticks and shouting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“How did the milk maid remain a
virgin with all of these rowdy men getting drunk next door?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was said that if the milk went
bad, it was proof that the milk maid had sex.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Afterward, we visit the traditional
cows. When we reach the corral, we see the rusty brown cows with their long
horns pulling their heads toward the grass. A man, we’ll call him the cow
whisperer, whistles for one of the cows to come to the fence. He recites a poem
in Kinyarwanda and dances for us, pinching the cow’s skin as the cow stands
majestic. He calls the cow to step through a gate and we rub his long horns and his dusty fur. When we leave, the cow whisperer hitches a ride with us. On
the bus, he performs something similar to slam poetry in Kinyarwanda. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We head to Butare for lunch, where
we find a Chinese restaurant. We order brochettes and rice. In other words, we
eat Rwandan food in a Chinese setting. During lunch, Judy asks our Rwandan
tagalongs if they have girlfriends. Rogers, Teddy, and Olivier do not have
girlfriends. Somehow we get into a conversation about the role of a mother in
marriage. In Rwanda, the mother has always been a force behind a man, as within
the monarchy. The opinion of the mother, for some, reigns over the man’s love
of his girlfriend. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After eating, we go to the national
museum which displays traditional Rwandan culture. In history, Rwandans have
always been pastoral and agricultural people. One room shows the different
agricultural and pastoral tools. There were few hunters and when the people
hunted, they rarely ate the meat, but instead used the furs of animals. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another room shows several basket
styles, their uses, and stories. One room shows an array of traditional
clothing. The fur loin cloths are much different from the modern conservative
culture in Rwanda. In one picture, a woman wears a calf full of iron anklets,
and this shows traditional Rwandan jewelry which was eventually deemed to be
unhealthy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another really interesting picture
shows a woman holding her naked baby and putting a straw up to the baby’s butt.
The title of the picture: “Washing.” Yeah. There is a lot to learn at the
museum.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We don’t have time for a sit down
dinner, so we head to Kigali and go to the mall which contains Nakumat. Some of
us order pizza and burgers, though we realize that the pizza is the worst thing
ever and there isn’t even sauce on it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At night, we check into our hotel,
“One Love.” It’s a slightly shabby place but multiple kittens are running
around the yard, climbing up trees, and hiding under banana leaves. The showers
have decent water pressure and the beds are rock solid! Then, we head to a club in Kigali. Lindsey and I both get
pick-pocketed and lose our wallets, our I.D.s our credit cards and money.
Luckily, our passports are safe. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
22</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning, we eat breakfast
which consists of some scramble egg and a piece of dry bread that tastes like
paper. However, we get to meet with Judy’s friend Ariel, who has been a Peace
Corps volunteer in Rwanda for two and a half years and was part of the first
group when Peace Corps returned to Rwanda. She tells us to think about the
bigger picture, about how building relationships and surveying the Gashora
community is useful for the future. It’s an inspiring talk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We ask her questions about family
planning, and she tells us about the ABC teaching plan: Abstinence, Be
faithful, Condom. She explains that some organizations, including her own,
occasionally only teach A and B. Ariel is knowledgeable about Rwanda and even
draws us a map of places we can shop and visit in Kigali.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We head to Kigali, taste some milk
shakes across from the Nakumat which are made without a blender and contain the
freshest bananas ever. We say goodbye to
Steve, grateful for all of the structure and support he provided for us in the
first 3 weeks of the trip. Before heading to the hotel to settle in, we make a quick
stop at co-ops, where we get a taste of bartering in Rwanda. Most of us decide
to wait to purchase things until we have more Rwandans present to help us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the hotel, many of us nap
because the previous night was rowdy, but Lauren and I swim in the pool, which
is freezing cold. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I hate it; I hate it,” I say, as
Lauren, who used to be on a swim team, swims across the pool like she’s
floating in heaven. She even jumps off the diving board, and I’m surprised
because the ratio of men to women in the pool is about 15:1, so it’s a little
uncomfortable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We head to dinner and finally get a
variety of food which we’ve been craving: Mexican! The restaurant, Meza Fresh,
is owned by a man from Santa Barabra and attracts many westerners. The walls
flash vibrant colors of green and blue, and a taco bar rests at the front. We
stuff our faces with large burritos, tacos, and chips and salsa. In Rwanda,
chicken is more expensive than beef, so many of us get steak. We take way to
much food, but it’s so good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After dinner we go out in Kigali
again to a restaurant/club called the Sundowner. The atmosphere is classy with
an outdoor seating area where umbrellas privatize discussions, a bar beneath an
overhang, and a wood-fire stove for pizza. As the night goes on, people filter
in from all over the world including: Brazilians who play on the Rwandan
national soccer team, a Guatemalan and a Nigerian who are managers of Tigo, a
phone company, and a Rwandan who works for Brussels Air. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyone is dressed smart, which in
Rwandan means to look professional or nice, and the lights outside set a
glowing atmosphere that leads to great networking and dancing with many
brilliant and interesting people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
23</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning we return to the co-ops
where we spend an hour and a half haggling with owners for local art. Each room
at the co-op contains similar items, so we feel that we need to look around for
the best prices. As we walk down the row of vendors, Rwandas call to us,
“Sister, come see.” The shops are small and stacked with statues,
baskets, pictures, and stone replicas. By the time we get in the van to leave,
we’re exhausted from bartering.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We head to Meza Fresh for lunch
because we know it’s a quick stop. SO GOOD. Then we head to a neighborhood in
Kigali called Nyamirambo. The area hosts diverse range of people, sports a
mosque, and colorful shops line the main street. It’s a quick tour, but it’s
interesting to see another area of Kigali which is so vibrant. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then it’s on the van and back to La
Palisse in Gashora!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we reach the hotel, most of us
return to freshly made beds. Carrie however, calls a hotel worker to come and
sweep her room, because bat poop speckles her floor. “Apparently they just had
a little party while I was gone, a little fiesta,” she says, laughing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
24</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today, we have our usual schedule,
except it’s Carmelle’s birthday! At Covaga, the women stand up in a circle and
sing “Happy Birthday” to Carmelle in Kinyarwanda and in English. She blushes,
but claps along and sways her body in her typical two-step way. Her 21<sup>st</sup>
birthday starts out well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we get to the Health Center we
realize that we are replacing Steve. Those are big shoes to fill. We start the
lesson by discussing our weekends and the students enjoy practicing their
English. We review body parts by standing in a circle and taking turns saying
one body part. One man says “goatee” and plays with the hair beneath his lip;
Brooke rushes over to give him a high-five, because she taught him the word. Anyone
who can‘t think of a body part has to sit down, but the only people that sit
down are in our group!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We celebrate Caremelle’s birthday
with a spongy cake after dinner smothered in frosting. Then we head to the
Green Hotel, a local hotel that plays music, because Carmelle loves to dance.
Unfortunately, the power is out and they can’t play music! This is the village.
Despite the music disappointment, the stars are plenty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
25</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning, Carrie and Judy
measure the temperature of the solar dehydrator at Covaga and start some new
experiments. They put thinly sliced tomatoes, bananas and mushrooms in the
front middle and back of a few trays. The temperature is not where it needs to
be in the morning or by 2pm, but the food still manages to dry successfully.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While some of us brainstorm
marketing ideas at Covaga, a new nutritionist named Christophe from the Health
Center takes Filimon and Carrie to three houses in Gashora, and shows them what
the nutritionists teach the community about food and health. He interviews the first woman on her daily
diet which, thankfully, includes protein-packed beans and veggies from her very
own kitchen garden. Her children help
with food preparation and eat with her as much as possible, which is great to hear,
because that is not the cultural norm. The second woman struggles a bit more
with getting a good diet, but with Christophe’s extensive knowledge, she will
be helped. Then, we talk to three young mothers
sitting in the shade with their children.
Christophe asks the same questions and explains the importance of
boiling water, especially for their children’s health. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">All the hosts are very gracious in
answering Filimon and Carrie’s many questions.
It is inspiring to see a health-educated person working with the
community in a hands-on fashion. We have a lot of hope for Gashora and the
Health Center.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At Covaga, we brainstorm marketing
ideas for Covaga which include: creating a catalog so that products can be sold
internationally, product ideas, website ideas, and price ideas. Kristi leads
the discussion and keeps track of ideas on a black board. Only some of the
women are willing to participate, but all of them like the ideas we share. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We head to the Health Center where
our students have prepared presentations about themselves for class. Hilarity
ensues as each person presents and the rest of us ask questions. The Rwandan
men ask us if we’re married, and when we say no, one man insists that he would
like to marry us. When asked which one of us girls he likes best, he says he
likes us all. We sit on the small benches, rocking them as we laugh and clap.
It’s a riot! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After the Health Center, Carmelle,
Carrie and I head back to Covaga for a potential house visit with one of the
women named Vistina. We are unable to find a translator so we walk
with her to the market. A smile spreads across her face for the entire walk. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once at the market, we walk through
the vendors and Vistina purchases pineapples, “inanasi,” she says, and we
stumble over the word. Children start to close in on us, but a vendor shoos
them away. Bright red tomatoes decorate a mat on the ground along with huge
bunches of green bananas. Bees swarm around bags of white powder, which we
think might contain corn-flour. One woman sells handfuls of tiny, silver
slivers of dried fish. We leave the market with children trailing behind us and
Vistina lugging three pineapples. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning we head to Big Dog’s
house to build a kitchen garden. We follow a dirt trail up past some clay
houses and stop, lost, at a crossroad. Then, through a forest of banana trees,
Big Dog comes running, his small bright beneath the shade. When we reach his
house, we meet his grandmother and see inside his house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we realize there aren’t enough
sticks, a child, probably around age 10, climbs up into a tree and begins to
machete the branches. I start taking pictures of him and am suddenly swarmed by
children who want their pictures taken. Big Dog rushes to the rescue and pulls
me to the back yard where we begin clearing a spot for the garden. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Harvesting local resources</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> The Love of having your photo taken</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then, five or six bicycle taxi men
show up to help. They clear the space and dig up soil from the front yard in no
time. We watch as their hoes reach toward the sky and then crash down to dig up
mounds of soil. Soon they’re cutting and sharpening steaks at an incredible
rate, and we’re sitting beneath a banana tree in awe of their speed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Rwandans are so good at what they do!</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Children keep us busy, dancing with
us and playing with us. I sit near the wood shavings that remain from when the
men sharpened the steaks and I start to build a platform for a house. Children
gather around me, curious about what I’m doing, and start to gather materials.
I use a machete to sharpen small twigs, and we try to hammer them into the
soil. The children gather large banana-tree leaves and we use them as a
ceiling. When we take a picture of the kitchen garden, the children gather in
with us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Lauren being entertained and entertaining </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Carrie and children</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Twig-banana leaf house</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At lunch time, Cedric makes a short
speech because it’s his last day with our group. He has to return to school to
finish up exams. He gives each of us a bracelet with our name on it to remember
him by.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Carrie and I go to Vistina’s house
for a visit. Her husband, Hassan, treks
behind us with his bike, their son Fils strapped on. When we enter the house we
find a sitting area with a few chairs surrounding a small coffee table. The
power has been out for a while, so we leave the door open so we can see.
Children swarm the door, staring at us. Vistina tells them to go away and shuts
the door. Moments later, children return saying, “Where are the Muzungus?” and
Vistina says, “What Muzungus?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hassan shows us pictures from
Vistina’s wedding. There are pictures of the swearing process, where the
husband and wife swear to God and to Rwanda that they will not hurt each other
and that they will love each other. In one picture, Hassan lifts Vistina from
the ground, cradling her in his arms as she smiles, embarrassed, behind her hands.</span><br />
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<i>Carrie, Me, and Fils</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hassan cuts us pineapple and we all
grab a fork and dig in. Pineapple juice drips down our hands and on to the dirt
floor. We ask questions about their youth and families as Fils plops down on a
straw mat and shoves pineapple into his mouth. They give us each Rwandan names;
Carries receives the name Mutoni, which means lovely and cared about, and I
receive the name Keza, which means beautiful. Before we leave, we exchange
information. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we walk outside, we hug and take
a photo. We look like a family. Hassan walks with us to the main road where we
say goodbye. The sun starts to set as we return home, bright orange and sinking
like a giant fruit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <i><span style="font-size: small;">Hassan, Me, Carrie, Fils, Vistina, and Random child</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning, we go to the primary
school to visit Abel’s English Club. When we enter, we take seats in the wooden
desks and join in as a Canadian, Correy, from the group “Developing World
Connections” leads the children in singing Bingo. She then looks to us, to see
if we have any ideas for the English club. We decide to play Simon says. We
circle up, and though translating the game is difficult, once the children
understand, we have a blast. We play other games, inspired by the children’s
desire to learn, and their infinite ability to smile.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's Judy's last day, so several of us wake up early to go birding with her. The sun is glowing and king fisher's are staring at their reflections in windows when we meet her near the lake. She shows us some eagle nests which weigh massively at the top of trees. When we walk along the lake, we see the nests of weaver birds, a colonial species. Judy explains that the birds weave their nests at the end of branches to make it more difficult for snakes to reach them. We see a hippo footprint and Judy leads us around the La Palisse property, through their farming area, and up to a path where we see several mouse birds. It's a great opportunity to connect with Judy since she's been an important addition to our team. We miss her immediately as we walk to town and watch birds flit across our path.</span><br />
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<i>African weaver bird nests </i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Judy leading us sleepy-heads on a birding trek</span></i></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">Then, some people from
the group meet with about 45 of the 56 bicycle taxi co-op members that provide
transportation for Gashora. Amazingly,
after making their living pulling people on bike, many are in their soccer
uniforms. They thank us for meeting with them, and we share how great it has
been to have such great company on our rides.
They’re always smiling and having fun with the language barriers. They explain
their co-op and their business scheme to create an office. Once roads are paved
in Gashora, they wish to become Moto Taxis. They do their best to help each
other out, and if someone doesn’t get enough business and is in need, they
gladly share profits. They pay a
membership fee, and most of them are intelligent young men who had their education
cut short. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They ask how we like Rwanda, and
Lama makes sure to explain that Americans work very hard to come on these
trips, both financially and academically.
They jump at the opportunity to take a picture and are very gracious for
our business. They ask Tim the usual question: “How many kids do you have?” He
replies. “None; I’m a priest.” Even the bicycle taxis laugh. He goes on to explain that there is less
pressure in the United States to get married and having kids is more of a
choice than a cultural duty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Meanwhile, Lindsey, Brooke and I
visit the primary school again. We sing Bingo, have all of the children talk
about what they like (all of them like English lessons), and then we play a
game in which a representative from each of two teams must come to the
blackboard and answer a question with complete English. Although the teachers
will be on vacation on Monday, the children are excited to see us for English
club again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Afterward, we meet at Covaga where
we make friendship bracelets. The women sit close to us and try to learn how to
make the bracelets. I lie down on the top stair and take a short cat nap,
feeling safe because I know the women at Covaga will be sure that no one
bothers me. It’s a short day, but we’re exhausted from the week, so after
lunch, many of us nap.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">By nighttime, we’re ready to go
downtown. We go to a bar called the Good Samaritan which is paved nicely, is
nicely lit, and has a television which replays one music DVD over and over
again, complete with Whitney Houston and Celine Dion. “I wanna dance with
somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody! With somebody who loves me!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We order brochettes, more than
ready to taste some delicious goat. What comes to us is nothing like we
imagined. 15 shish kabobs rest on the table. Sara takes one bite, her face
contorts and she returns the stick to the pile. Nicole, who has been waiting
for brochettes all day, looks severely disappointed. Some of us pull a stringy outer
layer off of the meat and place it on the table. “What is this!?” We soon find
out that the meet is beef ribs wrapped in cow intestine. Lindsey eats an entire
brochette, and Jon eats two and a half- the champions. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <i><span style="font-size: small;">A disappointed Nicole</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We stay out later than expected,
trying to make up for the beginning of the night with weird shit brochettes. On
the walk home, the fact that we’re leaving starts to set in; it’s our last
Friday beneath the stars, walking down the dusty road hand in hand, with our
flashlights making the leaves glow. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
17</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning, most of the group
works on a kitchen garden for a genocide survivor, just a few doors down from
the last garden. When they arrive at Yvonne’s for lunch, faces red, clothes
painted with soil, they plop down in the white plastic chairs, certain that
they’ll be drinking more than one Fanta. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After lunch, we go to Covaga for a
final English lesson, but the group becomes distracted by the baskets. We’ve
been holding in the urge to purchase baskets since we first arrived. We shuffle
through the baskets on the shelves, pulling out bright colors, flower patterns,
and claiming them as our own. We start thinking about better ways to display
the baskets since it’s difficult to see all of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The days start to feel long in the
Rwandan heat. We’re beat by the time we get to the Health Center to teach
English, but when we converse with the students, we receive a jolt of energy.
The students really want to learn. Before we leave, after an hour of class, my
student says that the class time is not long enough; he needs at least two
hours of English class!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At dinner time we get our favorite
fruit salad, a pink mesh of banana, passion fruit, pineapple, and whatever
else, that looks like the sunset as the day starts to cool into night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
18</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We go to Covaga to have a basket
weaving lesson, but when we arrive there are only a few women in the building.
We find out that one of the women, a woman that Sara has been working closely with,
has lost her mom. We see a group of people walking to the funeral outside. In
Rwanda everyone in the community attends the funeral.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The baskets are spread out on the
floor of Covaga, colorful patterns waiting for tourists to come and buy them.
We wish they were displayed like this when we went shopping!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After
the English lesson at the Health Center, a few of us go to the primary school
to interview the principle and learn about the English Club that has been
created at the school. I get the opportunity to ride in to the primary school’s
courtyard on the back of a really sweet ride, Rogers’ bicycle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When
we ride into the courtyard, dust being flung up behind us, my rear resting on a
metal rack, children start to chase the bike. Rogers rides around the courtyard
in circles. One child pries my hand off of him and a train of children trail
off of my arm. I’m holding on with one arm, laughing, as Rogers sings a song to
the kids. Eventually, the kids pry my other arm off as well, and I’m nervous
that I’m going to fall off the bike when Rogers brings it to a stop.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This
is the distraction we create every time we go to the school. We feel bad for
the teachers, but the kids eventually return to their studies. Me, Brooke, Carmelle,
and Sara sit in on a math class with the teacher, Martin. We help grade their
algebra exercises and answer some of their questions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We find out that there are two
English clubs, one hosted by a passionate teacher named Abel on Mondays,
Thursdays, and Fridays. The teachers here work from 8AM-5PM, so for Abel to
take time out of his day to host an English club really means a lot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After going to the primary school,
we head back to the hotel to go on a boat ride around Lake Rumira. As the boat
leaves shore, the sun is just above the hills, glowing its usual bright orange.
The boat glides near the shore and we cross our fingers, hoping we’ll see a
hippo or a crocodile!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hop on the bough of the boat with
Judy, a really awesome woman volunteering here from Washington. She points out
the different birds, the kingfisher, the fish eagle, and some weaving birds
that weave nests in colonies along the shoreline. We pass floating islands of
papyrus, and Judy says they look like fireworks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The boat glides over a spot where huge
bubbles are rising to the surface of the water, and I imagine that there is a
hippo below us, ears twitching, and sausage-legs trudging along the bottom of
the lake. Further around the lake we see something moving in the water, maybe
there were nostrils, the trail was the shape of a long tail. We like to say it
was a crocodile. Still, nothing is clear in Rwanda. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
19</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At breakfast time, we greet Kristi,
a professor who will replace Steve who is leaving shortly. Her flight was
delayed leaving from JFK and she got stuck in Belgium for a night before she
could make it to Kigali. We have a lot to fill her in on, but we’re glad she’s
here and that a warm and fuzzy professor has joined us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then, me, Lauren, Nicole, Carrie,
and two freelance volunteers from Canada, Sarah and Cazia, go on a “hike” with
Rogers. Although there are thousands of hills in Rwanda, Gashora is relatively
flat. We hike toward a swamp area, where the green is so far beyond green,
like the color of a crayon. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> Trees line
the walkway, and the swamp area hosts several birds, including herring. Umbrella
trees shade the way as people pass on their bikes, hauling huge loads of
bananas. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walk to a river that runs up to
Uganda. Rogers explains that during the genocide many Tutsis were dumped into
the river. This goes back to the </span><span style="font-size: large;">“Hamitic Ideology” that Tutsis were from
Europe and Northern Africa, and it was believed that the river would
take the bodies all the way back to Ethiopia where they belonged. Many Tutsi
bodies were buried in Uganda for this reason. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">We walk for about two hours, returning
at last to Yvonne’s for lunch. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
20</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today we walk to town to work on
another kitchen garden. We understand the process now and can find things to do
without Rogers’ help. Ray, a journalist from Los Angeles, helps us with the
garden as well. We laugh as he attempts to machete a branch. It takes him 15+
whacks and it only takes a Rwandan 5. This is pretty typical. Carrie and I both
attempt to sharpen the sticks, to turn them into pointy stakes, but it’s the
same result.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Brooke becomes bombarded by
children, almost resorting to a position as a baby sitter during the gardening.
She says “I got your nose!” and “Aren’t you just the cutest!?” An education
major seems fitting for her. Carrie and Lindsey take pictures of the process,
step by step, so that people who can’t read can learn how to make kitchen
gardens without the help of Rogers and William. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After lunch and a stop at Covaga,
the group heads to the Health Center for a party celebrating all of Steve’s
hard work. I was not present for the party, so someone else in the group will
add a write up about it soon!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before dinner, Olivier gives us a
historical presentation of Rwanda before colonialism and during colonialism.
Tomorrow, we are going on a trip to Butare, the original capital of Rwanda, to
visit the National Museum. Time permitting, we will also visit a replica of the
old palace, since Rwanda used to be a monarchy. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We’re all excited to sleep tonight,
but we’re even more excited to wake up (even if it is at 5AM) and head to Butare
and then to Kigali. We’re hoping for some food variety (tacos!?!?); you really
come to appreciate variety when you eat the same food every day. Time to pack!</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-2098861140575359302012-07-08T09:58:00.000-07:002012-07-10T11:17:12.528-07:00A Relaxing Weekend<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
14</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today is the usual schedule, but no
kitchen gardens so we have time to work on homework in the morning. We teach at
Covaga and interview some of the women with the help of translators. Then, we teach
at the Health Center. We have great conversations with the students; they tell
us about their mornings which all begin around 5AM or 6AM with a breakfast of
beans, rice, and cassava. It’s fun to get to hear about their families and
jobs. We’re all exhausted from the busy week, and we’re glad it’s Friday. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We say goodbye to the Canadians at
a dinner outside next to a bonfire. We speak over candles, and it African fried
chicken (SO GOOD). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
15</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today, we have the entire day off.
We take the morning to rest, read, and work on homework. At lunch time, we head
to Yvone’s where we meet Rowan, a WSU student who worked with Covaga, and Ray,
a journalist from Los Angeles. It’s great to have the day off, but we’re not
used to finding something to do in such a small town. We survey the main street
of town, a bunch of clay buildings lining a dusty road. What should we do?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rowan tells us about a bar where he
used to eat shish kabobs or brochettes, and drink beer after a long day of
work. So we go there to hear stories of his travels. He </span><span style="font-size: large;">tells us about how he chased a giraffe, and how it was the most
awkward and majestic thing he’d ever seen.</span><span style="font-size: large;">When they bring out the
brochettes, several chunks of goat meat on sticks, we feel that we’ve finally
found heaven. The brochettes are the perfect changeup to our usual diet here in
Rwanda. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As it starts to get dark, we
continue conversing and ordering brochettes, which take about 45 minutes to
make. In the middle of eating a fresh, hot order, a man pulls two fresh goats
into the bar’s yard. We hear them crying and set our shish kabobs down. As we’re
all worrying about the goats, Nicole says, “I’m more like, ‘Are those ones
about to be ready soon?’” When we go to the toilet, yes a hole in the ground
and a disgusting one at that, we see the goats tied up to a tree. This is
Africa, no worries. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rogers entertains us, as usual. He
says he’s going into Kigali, and that he could run. Nicole, the cackler, says, “Let’s
just run to Kigali. Let’s just do it.” Rogers says it’d take him about 4 hours
to get there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we ask him how he felt about
the Canadians, he says, “Old people, you know, they happen.”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This may sound brash, but in Rwanda, age is something you <i>have </i>not something you are. Therefore, it sounds funny to us, but could very well be a compliment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
16</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After breakfast we take bicycle
taxis to the Gashora Girls Academy for church. My Vibram Five Fingers have the
bicyclists laughing hysterically on the way to the school.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The service is unlike any other.
Some girls stand in front of the room and sing, clap, and dance. Their voices
are unlike any we’ve ever heard, and we can feel their faith in our skin as
they close their eyes and tilt their heads toward the ceiling. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few girls stand up to say what
their thankful for. Many of them are thankful for the knowledge they are given,
and thankful that studying for exams is almost over. They start exams on
Tuesday and they go until Friday. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I receive a tour of their dorm
rooms from a young girl named Marine. They look very similar to army dorms. Except
their beds are all made with patterned quilts, mosquito nets hang above their
bunk beds, the cement floors are spotless, and racks of drying underwear and uniforms
hang from bedposts, their uniforms. When we pass by their living room, Marine
says, “This is our living room; it’s a little messy because we’ve been
studying.” Messy to Marine is a couple of pillows overturned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">During lunch time, we’re once again
astounded by the intelligence of these women. They love movies, which they get
to watch on Saturdays, and they especially love the scary ones. They love to
read, and in English class they get to write stories and present things about
themselves. It sounds similar to a foreign language class in the U.S. We enjoy
corn for the first time since leaving home, and apparently, the girls love corn
too. Even though they have more studying to do, some of them spend a lot of
time chatting with us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we get home, we all rest, sit by Lake Rumira, and
pretend to work on our final essays. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
11</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We meet Rogers and William at the Gashora
Health Center around 9:30AM to help them work on a kitchen garden. When we get
there, they have already cleared an area for the garden but the rest of the
field is full of weeds, dead corn stalks, and patches of grass. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The aroma of mint fills our nostril
with sweetness as we hack at the dirt with hoes. Children line up on the outside
of the fence screeching “Muzungu” repeatedly as we work. In no time, there are
several knee-high piles of weeds and the area is mostly clear, while our faces
are red and our upper-lips are soaked with sweat. We pull all of the weeds into
one pile, which takes a lot of effort, and then begin to help with the garden. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As mentioned in a previous post,
the kitchen garden is a tiered structure that allows for a trickling affect
with water. Plants with longer roots (like carrots, <i>karoti</i>) go on the top tier, and plants with lower roots (like
spinach, <i>epinari</i>). Many Rwandans from
the village come to help with the garden. Rogers and William, who are the force
behind the kitchen gardens, hope that Rwandans will take up the old tradition
of helping each other build gardens, and that they will take on the form of
kitchen gardens, which can provide more types of nutrients.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Rwandans at the Health Center bring
us to a tree which can be cut back. The branches tumble to the ground and
crack. They use machetes to cut the leaves off of branches and we haul the
branches to the garden site where they are cut into appropriate sizes and
chipped into sharp stakes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some people break-up soil in one
area so that we can use it in the garden. Sticks are hammered into the ground
in a circular fashion using a “Rwandan Hammer” (as Rogers calls it) which is a
large rock. This makes the outline of the first tier. We line the sticks with
plastic-like bags to hold in the soil. Using large buckets, and other bags
which two people carry to the garden, we fill the tier with soil and move on to
the next tier.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This process continues until we
have to go into town for lunch and teaching English at Covaga. We wash dirt off
our hands, arms, feet, necks, chests, backs, legs, and faces, and change into
business casual clothing. Baby wipes, which we used to be extra clean, form a
pile of brown on the bench. Wilson, the IT tech at the Health Center, is happy
to see us change into more appropriate clothing since we will be returning to
teach his staff English later in the day. He says that we are role models for
the youth in Gashora, and that when young westerners come dressed
inappropriately, it upsets the elders in the village, because the young
Rwandans attempt to dress similarly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rogers, William, and some locals
stay behind to work on the fourth and last tier of the garden. In town, at Yvone’s we eat.so.much.food. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After a review lesson at Covaga, we
head to the Health Center to teach English for the first time. Steve
Vanderstaay put together a great lesson and has worked very hard on all of the
English lessons during the trip. We really appreciate all of his hard work, all
the times he leaves dinner quickly so he can work, or the time he didn’t join
us in Kigali. At the Health Center, the students are very educated and
motivated to learn English. We nestle in between the students, tap our toes on
the slick, white tiled floor, and watch Steve’s energy radiate through the
room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We begin by teaching them some
basic verb conjugations for present tense, explaining that all of the
conjugations are the same except for in the case of he/she. For example: I
read; You read; She/He reads; You all read; We read. The students pick up on
this very quickly and are soon translating sentences from Kinyarwanda. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today marks the beginning of a lot
of long days with multiple English lessons and a lot of gardening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
12</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today, it’s back to the Medical
Center in the morning to work on gardens. This time, we’re creating a spiral
garden. First, men chop grass into small piece with a machete and place it in a
pile. Then, soil is piled on top of the grass until the grass is no longer
visible. While a few people pile the soil on, some people begin searching the
grounds for large rocks which will be spiraled up the mound, to prevent erosion
of soil. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are having trouble finding rocks
when Rogers appears with a stack of bricks. He brings us to the old Health
Center, a dreary building where a room is full of old bricks. Thin, black wasps
hang from the ceiling in pieces of hives. We quickly pile up with bricks and
hustle back to the garden. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We bring way too many bricks. More
for next time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">During lunch time, Steve brings up
the topic of an island in lake Kivu called <i>Iwawa</i>,
where orphans or street boys and girls were sent after the genocide for a sort
of rehabilitation. The way in which the government took the boys and girls,
which was without their permission, was scrutinized by Human Rights Watch. However,
the children were brought to the island, educated, taught life skills, and
given the opportunity for government loans when they went back into society. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rogers becomes very passionate
about the discussion, speaking in a preach, using his hands, as the veins in
his neck protrude. I don’t have an exact quote, but he said something to the
extent of: “Where was the Human Rights Watch during the genocide? They are so
quick to criticize Rwanda from a distance, but they don’t come here and see the
way things really are. The kids, they go to <i>Iwawa
</i>as nothing and they come back with a life.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rogers also mentions how, after
graduating high school, Rwandans are required to go to a month long service in
which they all work together and eradicate any ideas about ethnic division.
There are no Hutus or Tutsis, only Rwandans. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After lunch, we don’t go to Covage
because it’s the 4<sup>th</sup> of July, which in Rwanda, signifies liberation
from genocide. The women weavers are home, relishing in the security of Rwanda.
We go to the Health Center again to teach English. On the way to the hotel, we
see Lama pull up in a van. Tim told us that he would be coming to Gashora with
a group of “middle-schoolers.” Apparently,
there was some miscommunication. About ten middle-aged Canadian Muzungus pile
out of the van. We look at each other, confused. These are not middle school
students. It’s just another example of a language barrier.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
13</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning, a few of us, me,
Tim, Carrie, Jon, and Filimon take bike taxis to a house in Gashora where
Rogers and William are working on another kitchen garden. This time, the garden
is for a genocide survivor named Doritea, a 76 year old woman living by herself
in Gashora. From her house which is on Lake Milayi, we have a view of the huge
Gashora Girls Academy compound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A couple of women and their babies
rest on a straw mat in front of the house, but Doritea is not home yet. We get
right to work. Filimon takes a machete and sharpens branches for the structural
support of the garden. Carrie and I help place bags and hammer sticks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Whenever a stick needs to be
hammered, Rogers shouts, “Rwandan Hammer!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Carrie hammers the sticks, Tim
says “Powerful woman technician!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">To fill the tiers, the men lift a
wheel barrel full of soil and pour it in to the compartments lined with bags.
Dust from the soil puffs toward our faces. Doritea arrives and when we’re
almost done, we get a chance to sit with her and ask her questions about her
experience with genocide.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She tells us that all three of her
sons died, and that she was hidden with her sister by a local Hutu family who
had power, though her sister later died. Though her face is wrinkled with pain,
when she smiles, it’s like a flower reaching for the sun. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We ask her if she sees improvement
happening in Gashora, and she says, yes, very much. When we ask if things are
better now than they were before the genocide, she says things are way better.
She also loves Paul Kagame, wishes he could be president forever and thinks
that reconciliation is working very well in Rwanda. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She thanks us for helping her with
the kitchen garden, since previously, her only way to get food is through other
members of the community and her granddaughters who visit her. During the
conversation, a baby boy crawls over, his bum naked, and hands Doritea a small
chunk of maize. She picks each kernel out of the cob and throws them on the
ground, as if to feed a chicken. The baby plops down, puts a kernel in his
mouth, and stares at us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He proceeds to throw the empty
maize cob at us as though it’s a ball. In the middle of an intense conversation
about genocide, we have a child, the future of Rwanda, doing what he can with his
resources. This is the Rwandan way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we go to leave, Doritea walks
us a little ways down the road and says goodbye, thanking us again, and
clasping her hands around ours. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We join the rest of the group at
Yvone’s for lunch where the middle-aged tour group from Canada eats with us.
Then, it’s off to Covaga for a cultural exchange. The Canadians will join us
and allow the Covaga weavers to practice their English.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When the Canadians enter, the women
converse with them in English, “Hello,” “My name is…” “Nice to meet you,”
“Would you like to see our baskets,” “Thank you,” “We have baskets, tray, hot
pads, and bags.” We squeal! Our students do so well with their English and are
incredibly bold about approaching the tourists and speaking to them. We give
them high-fives and hugs, so happy to see them using what they’ve learned. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then we all sit down, the women pat
their straw mats, inviting us to sit with them and resting their hands on our
thighs. These women, we’ve grown to love them. We appreciate our relationship
with them, how they teach us Kinyarwanda and open up to us to learn English. We
are surprised when they tell us their age because they all seem so young and
full of life, surprised when they tell us they have six kids at home and walk
10 kilometers just to reach Covaga.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">These women are amazing. They
smile, happy to weave us into their lives.
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<span style="font-size: large;">Please look back to day 5 to read a
great description of recreation in Gashora, written by our very own Jon Kaimmer :)</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-74898141374415921112012-07-02T12:05:00.001-07:002012-07-07T02:21:54.734-07:00We've Been Busy<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
5</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After some of our routine tasks,
like eating lunch at Yvone’s and visiting Covaga, we get a chance to play
sports in the community. Lindsey brings a Frisbee and one of the basketball
team member’s brings a couple of basket balls.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">“Cracked cement, faded lines on a
court, rotting wooden backboards and hoops without nets greeted us when we
reached the basketball court after working at Covaga. We didn’t even have a
basketball. We weren’t sure what we had gotten ourselves in to. No one else was
on the court so we just started to throw a Frisbee between ourselves and two
local kids who had been absorbed into our group. After a while of people slowly
trickling in, there were 40+ people using the combination basketball/volleyball
court. Finally, the director of youth recreation rode his bike up to the court
with his basketballs bungee cabled to the back of his bike. The other team
started to warm up, while slowly, with no shade to protect us, the WWU students
became drained of all moisture in their bodies. Warm ups and stretching turned
into a friendly half-quart scrimmage which eventually became a full blown, full
court match: the Western Vikings (plus Rogers, of course) vs. the Gashora
Cougars (so named because Washington State University had been in Gashora the
previous week). The final score was 19-20, and we went home defeated, but happy
to have finally done a physical activity.” –Jon Kaimmer</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With the assistance of Rogers, Sara,
and Carrie, Lindsey sets up a Frisbee drill for some of the kids who have
gathered near the basketball courts. Children in second-hand clothing covered
in the dust of Gashora rush over to throw the disk. Rogers helps mediate between
Lindsey and the kids to get all of the kids in a line. Their throws are wobbly
at first but they get better quickly. They clap when their friends catch the
disk and we teach them to say <i>akazi
kanoze</i> in English, “Good Job!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At dinner, we decide to get beers.
The first beer we try is Mutzig and compared to beer in Bellingham, it’s pretty
weak. We also taste Cedric’s beer, Turbo King, which he says is beer for men.
Therefore, we like it a lot. Cedric takes us out to a local hotel that plays music and has
an outdoor dancing area. We hear the music when we’re still half a mile away
and can see green and pink lights glowing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We’re excited that there are real
toilets at the hotel even if they don’t have proper seats, because we won’t
have to squat and aim into a small hole in the ground.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">No one else is at the hotel, but we
take up three plastic white tables in the middle of the yard. We all order
banana beers, because we were told we had to try it. They gather a round of
banana beers from some shed out back, and return with weathered green bottles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">”Why didn’t anyone tell us it was
so awful?” It’s kind of salty, dirty, green, gross, sewage-like…</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We follow Cedric’s and Rogers’ lead
to dance like Africans with lots of hip movements and stepping. They’re hard to
keep up with, because dancing is such an important part of Rwandan culture. We look pretty
ridiculous doing the lawnmower and the robot. Big Dog shows up for a while,
hopping around the grass with one hand behind his back and the other pointing
forward. He holds onto a smile the entire time and then leaves because he has
school the next morning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> When we look up to the sky, the orange moon,
with all its pocks and holes visible, reminds us that we’re in Africa. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
6</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A sleepy day. More teaching at
Covaga, more basketball (our team wins and we leave with red faces and sore
legs), more smiles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
7</u></i></b> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In
the morning, Steve and I go to Gashora primary school to observe an English
lesson. Upon arrival, Big Dog peers out from his classroom to wave hello and
present us with his indescribable smile. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we enter the classroom, it’s
dark and cool, almost melancholy, and we notice that there are three or four
kids to each desk. But the children snap their fingers and wave their hands in
the air when they want to answer a question, “Teacher! Teacher!” The teacher smiles, and clearly enjoys his
job. Even though he’s still learning English, but he teaches it with confidence
and energy. After completing an exercise, the kids are happy to have us grade
their papers. Despite the difficulties in switching from teaching French to
teaching English, the teachers and pupils have positive attitudes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After the English lesson, we visit
a kindergarten class, where tiny faces rush to hug our knees. The teacher shows
us the materials she uses to teach them English, and we ask if we can teach the
kids a basic lesson. She suggests a song, and the only one I can think of is
“head, shoulders, knees, and toes.” In no time, I’m circled by kindergarteners
trying desperately to follow along with the words and the movements. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After attending the school, we meet
up with the rest of the group at “Gashora Girl’s Academy: School of Science and Technology,” a high school-level
boarding school funded by Costco. The school is a huge cement compound placed
on a beautiful plot of land near Lake Milayi. Half of the property is used for
agriculture and includes: pineapples, tomatoes, carrots, papayas, mangoes, avocadoes,
bees for honey, and corn. Some of the food feeds the girls at the school, and
surplus is sold to the market to fund the school.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The girls that attend the school
are the best in the country. Their days begin with cold showers at 5am. The day
consists of classes and study halls that go until 9pm. We tour some classrooms,
and Filimon points out that the anatomy they study is something he just studied
in college; Jon says the same thing about the physics they’re studying. The busy day is broken up by recreational
time, clubs and meals. We are fortunate enough to join the girls for lunch. We
stack our plates and fill bowls with fresh papaya from the gardens, which gleam
orange. We relish in the fact that there is drinkable water. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We all sit with a different group
of girls. The girls speak English very well. On top of that, most of them speak
French and Swahili in addition to their native tongue. They ask questions about
what we want to do for our careers; some of our majors sound pathetic when they
express their dreams to be pilots, engineers, doctors, and astronauts. They ask
about the books we read; they love <u>The Hunger Games.</u> Some girls ask Carmelle if she’s going to
marry a man from Rwanda or Burundi, and how many kids she wants to have. They
ask “why Rwanda?” They ask if we bought our own plane tickets, and we further
realize the extent of poverty in Rwanda, as well as how privileged we are. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are mixed responses about how
much they enjoy the boarding school. While it’s a great place, ripe with
opportunity, they miss their families. Also, they wish they could go out more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we tour the grounds, we see
the trenches they’re digging to irrigate the fields; they’re working with what
they have. We learn that hippos used to come out of the lake to eat the crops,
until they got a light near the lake which is a natural hippo deterrent. I can
picture the hippos waddling up out of the lake and lugging their huge bodies to
the field, ears twitching in the night. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">To learn more about the Gashora
Girls Academy, you can visit the following links:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://shoveroutlook.net/shover/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=67:gashora-girls-academy-empowering-the-girl-child&catid=39:parution1&Itemid=69">http://shoveroutlook.net/shover/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=67:gashora-girls-academy-empowering-the-girl-child&catid=39:parution1&Itemid=69</a></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.rwandagirlsinitiative.org/article/article_detail/63">http://www.rwandagirlsinitiative.org/article/article_detail/63</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After visiting the girls school, we
take bicycle taxis back to Covaga to teach more. As our bikers lug us through
town, we are an entire train of Muzungus. The back of the bike that Carrie is
on doesn’t have handles and she has to squeeze her thighs to hold on. One
bicyclist plays music, and we’re thankful to not have to walk in the heat.
Still, even the bicyclists have a hard time lugging the 6’1 muzungu, Jon
around. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">During class that night, we discuss
sustainability of foreign projects and aid. We talk about the importance of
whether or not projects create jobs and how they work with the local culture
and community. We’re starting to think about how to form the best project, as
well as what will work well with the Gashora community. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
8</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today is a national day of service
in Rwanda called, Umuganda. Everyone in the country must work on a project
needed in their area, only women with several children to care for are excused
from the service work. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walk into town and stop at
Covaga to grab tools. Three of us leave with machetes, and many of us leave
with hoes. We walk to the service area where residents seem surprised to see
us. We toil in the dirt and machete bushes behind the local “cell” building.
One man holds up his hand and begins to machete one of the bushes to show us
how it’s done. He completes the same amount of work in one minute as three of
us completed in 15 minutes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After a little bit of work, the
Rwandans want us to stop so they can sing us a song. They gather in a circle
wearing matching blue work uniforms. As they sway side to side, one lady begins
singing. After the singing, we learn that she was making up the song as she
went along. It said something to the extent of, “We are happy to see you, we
weren’t expecting it,” and we feel appreciated.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then, they ask us to sing them a
song. We try to think of a song that we all know that sends a similar message. We
come up with “Lean on Me.” You can probably guess where this is going…We stood
in a line, swayed, sang out of tune, and their reactions were…well, I’ll just
stop there. Rwandans have rhythm, we’ll say that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After the clean-up, it’s a race to the
showers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then a large van transports us to a
local genocide memorial side in Nyamata. It’s not a place you want to stay in
long. Although churches served as a place for protection when Tutsi’s first
started experiencing persecution, genocidaires eventually began storming
churches where Tutsis were seeking refuge. At this particular church, the
Catholic Nun who was protecting the Tutsis was eventually killed, and two years
later, the genocidaires attacked the church which was filled with over 2,000
people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The group agreed that a more
abstract portrayal of the experience would be more appropriate since it’s so
difficult to put into words:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Nyamata
Genocide Memorial</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mary,
in peaceful posture, looks over</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">piles
of bloodied clothing, tears</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">stripes,
human life still visible </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">beneath
dust and pain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We’re
walking on death.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> “This is just to show.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A
stained sash covers the alter </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">behind
which human heads hid, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">before
the grenades, guns, and <i>pangas,</i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">flung
shrapnel toward the ceiling, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">human flesh
toward the bricks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“This is
just to show.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The
woman in the casket, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">raped,
raped, raped, impaled</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">with a
sharpened stick and strung</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">together
with her baby, who was swung</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">against
the wall. Crack. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“This
is just to show.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A
fever of silence. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">A
cellar, not a cellar, but a mass grave </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">filled
with hairs from visitors’ necks, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and
the stench of bones with bullet-holes. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“This
is just to show.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Now, there
are people in the country-side, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">singing
and dancing, with ravines</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">on
their cheeks, from tears.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Children
chase notes in the choir</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and
chirps ride on wind. The birds </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">have
returned. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">This
is just to show.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">-Ali Beemsterboer</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Nyamata Memorial </i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We will never leave Nyamata,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the blasted black iron </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and red beaded rosaries </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">where hopes and prayers </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">were placed, pews piled </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with shredded shirts; "I swear</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I saw that dress on Alice yesterday."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bodies below ground, roses above,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">remains of a heroine to remind us:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>never forget Nyamata.</i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>-Anonymous from our group </i><i><br /></i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">To read more about the Nyamata
memorial center, you can visit the following link:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.kigalimemorialcentre.org/old/centre/other/nymata.html">http://www.kigalimemorialcentre.org/old/centre/other/nymata.html</a></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">For dinner, we go to a place in
Kigali which serves pizza. The path up to the restaurant, which is on top of a
small hill, is lit with several lights. When we enter the restaurant, we’re
surprised to see tables full of white people and a wood-fire oven. Carrie talks
with missionaries from Orange County, California, can’t help but judge them “hard
core” and makes sure to speak Kinyarwanda in front of them, just to show how
much better WWU is. Lama explains that typical Rwandans, including Rogers and
William, can’t afford this type of Muzungo dining, another reality that we have
to face as financial superiors.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">We hear a dog barking from the
fenced-in yard next door. I assume that Westerns live next door, because in
Rwanda, residents don’t typically have dogs. Before the genocide, dogs were
kept mainly to defend houses and not as pets. Our group has joked several times
that Rwandans would freak out if they saw how we dress and walk and cuddle our
pets. One of the girls at the Gashora Girls Academy laughed about how she saw a
dog in a car when she was in Seattle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After the genocide, dogs fed on the
dead bodies which were scattered across the country decomposing. Because of
this, dogs became a symbol of the trauma which the people of Rwanda faced, and
they eventually eradicated dogs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On a lighter note, we eat pizza by
candle-light complete with all the right spices, pineapple, mushrooms, peppers,
and CHEESE. After such a rough day, we deserve it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
9</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At 6:30AM, we head to Amahoro
stadium in Kigali to celebrate, <i>50:18</i>,
50 years of independence for Rwanda, and 18 years since liberation from the genocide.
We wait in line amongst the Rwandans who stare at us ceaselessly. It’s hard to
get used to the fact that staring is not taboo in Rwanda. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we enter the stadium, we sit
on cement bleachers with no seat backs. The celebration doesn’t start until
11AM, so we read, play cards, and watch as the people filter into the stadium.
Some of us nod off, because we had to wake up so early. Eventually we’re
sitting knee to knee with each other and some Rwandans. There’s not a single
bit of misbehavior in the stadium. Rwandans sit patiently through the hours of
waiting and listening to speeches, barely even squiggling anxiously. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two young boys, probably around
nine or ten years old, plop down in front of us. As we pass snacks around, they
peek over at us, hunger in their eyes. Tim holds a bag of potato chips out to
them and they each grab a handful. Later on during the celebration, one of the
boys creeps his hand toward a chip that fell to the ground, clearly ashamed. I
nod at Jon, and he opens a bag of chips and offers the kids more. We have
enough to share, at least with the two boys. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our position in Rwanda, as ethnic minorities
who are financially superior, is hard to get used to. We want to give all that
we can, but we realize that we cannot sustain anything beyond community
service, beyond building relationships.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After hours of sitting, the
celebration begins with a parade of the Rwandan Patriotic Army and the police
force. One of the sections of the police
force is made up of all women, a representation of females that’s typical for
Rwanda. We wave our paper Rwandan flags as the army marches and the sun beats
on our backs. Only us Muzungus need sunscreen, and we’re thankful for every
gust of wind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Traditional dancers wearing silk,
pink dresses move to the beat of a drum. Other dancers, men with long blonde wigs
join in, flipping their hair in unison to please the crowd. After some
important visitors make it into the stadium and take their places beneath the
canopied area of seats, Paul Kagame and his family pull into the stadium. Paul
Kagame walks across the field, passing the members of the army and police
force. He’s tall, skinny, and walks with confidence. We feel lucky to see him,
the man we’ve read so much about, in real life. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">The ceremony focuses on reflection
of the past to build a brighter future, rather than sustained celebration.
Kagame’s speech, which he reads in slow, articulate English, addresses Rwanda’s
past, and their hope to continue developing independent of international
interests. The Rwandan government faces a lot of international criticism for
the authoritative actions despite elections and exponential improvement of the
country. The post-colonial and post-genocidal era has been a struggle, but
Rwandans are hopeful. At lunch, Rogers says that citizens of Rwanda trust that
Kagame’s decisions will reflect what is best for the country. Despite the
government’s heavy-handedness, Rwandans are happy to be improving. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">To read Paul Kagame’s awesome speech,
you can visit the following link:</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.paulkagame.com/">http://www.paulkagame.com/</a></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">To see videos of the celebration,
you can visit the following links:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqxFPUTtM-E">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqxFPUTtM-E</a></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP675Y4OmBs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP675Y4OmBs</a></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><u>Day
10</u></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At dinner, Brooke asks the waitress
for “Top Up,” the Rwandan version of ketchup. Instead, she receives Turbo King,
a local beer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Close enough.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-72116898237005117282012-06-30T03:23:00.002-07:002012-06-30T21:43:18.381-07:00The Storm is Coming<br />
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<b><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Day
4<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At 4am, an African storm rushes
over our dormitory, a stampede of raindrops drums our tin roofs and soaks the
walkways, lightning flashes, thunder claps, and we can still hear our resident
bats squeaking in the darkness. Though all of us students wake up, our faculty
members, Steve, Tim, and Lama, sleep soundly beneath their grass roofs. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After breakfast, yes, plantains,
eggs, fruit…we have a meeting to discuss how we are all feeling: mind, body,
and spirit. In general, it sounds like no one is getting enough sleep, perhaps
because of jetlag. Everyone feels spiritually connected to Rwanda and very much
at home. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“We can only do so much,” Lama
reminds us. We have to keep our own health in mind. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We head to Covaga to teach our
first English lesson. When we enter the cooperative, the women look up from
their weaving with broad smiles on their faces. They’ve kicked their sandals
off and their bare feet sway casually. After Lama explains that we’ve come to
teach them English, they start to squish together to make room for us on their
straw mats. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lindsey and Sara act out a basic
conversation which includes “Hello,” “My name is…,” and “Nice to meet you.”
Lama lets the women know the translations and we group up and practice. The
women stare at our lips and repeat our words slowly, squealing and grabbing our
hands and clapping when they get the pronunciation right. Some women are
enthusiastic about learning and find paper and pens to write down the English
phrases. We hope that the English will help the women sell their baskets to
visitors in the future.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When it’s time to leave, the women
start giving us gifts. At first we feel awkward, unsure of whether we can
accept the gifts. But the women insist. They also insist on having their photos
taken, although we often have to convince them to smile. They wrap
their arms around us, and gently place baskets, earrings, and bags into our
hands. It’s what Tim calls a “tender moment.”</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">During lunch at our usual
place, Yvone’s, Cedric leads us in
a song to learn the numbers in Kinyarwanda. We get to number six before things
become difficult. After he finishes eating, Rogers starts to play Taylor Swift
on his computer, and we can’t help but laugh.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We then split up and some students
return to the medical center. Upon arrival, the staff looks prepared with pens
and paper in hand. They are eager to learn. Our group is still unsure about how
much time we are able to commit. The public health educators wish to be
educated about nutrition, and since none of us students study nutrition,
Filimon and Carrie, the students interested in community health, will do some
research. The public health educators tell people to eat a balanced diet but don’t
have a comprehensive description of what that means. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lama says that a balanced diet
contains four different colors: yellow, red, green, and white (plus fruit). He
tells a story of how Rwandans used to cook beans all day, but then they learned
that they could soak the beans overnight and then would only need to cook them
for one hour. It’s basic knowledge like this that some Rwandans still lack.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Instead of going to the medical
center, Nicole, Brooke, and Lindsey take a longer walk back to the hotel.
Before long, they acquire a group of children shouting, “MUZUNGU,” and rushing
to hold their hands. They decide that finding a field and starting a soccer
game sounds like a good idea.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They find a field, but the “soccer”
game ends up consisting of a group of kids playing keep away. Nicole, Brooke
and Lindsey decide they should head back. When they start walking, they say,
“Murabeho” (Goodbye) to the children. Usually the kids understand that this
means it is time for them to head home. This time it doesn’t work. The kids
keep walking, big-eyed, curious, and grasping for hands. Nicole, Brooke, and
Lindsey hold their hands above their heads to keep the kid’s from holding them
and say, “Oya” (No). Nicole is a sucker though, and they quickly have their
hands full again.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Once they make it to the main road,
they create a large gap but the kids keep on coming, now far from home. Eventually Brooke, the
stern education major, stops and encourages the kids to go back. This works and
before long the kids say goodbye.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In Rwanda, the Muzungus
(Westerners) are like celebrities. Everyone in the community stares at us,
because staring is not taboo in Rwanda. The children shout and wave from their
clay homes as we walk by. Some stand shy, swaying with their hands behind their
backs, and say in their best English, “Good Morning” (whether it’s day or
night). </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sometimes, they’re so cute, it’s
hard to shake them off.</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-33301515776729285982012-06-26T10:39:00.000-07:002012-07-08T10:10:01.980-07:00Getting to know Gashora<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Day
2<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Our dormitory is a cement building
toward the back of the grounds. In the
morning, after taking cold showers, we get to see our surroundings in the light
for the first time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">The lake which the hotel sits on,
Lake Rumira, hides behind the leaves of banana trees in the gray morning. A
cage with a baby monkey and his momma rests just outside of our dormitory, and
we assume that the baby monkey was the animal scattering across our tin roofs
during the night. We walk past the fields of pineapples, where pineapples pop
up, one or two to a plant. We’re astounded; we thought pineapples got pulled
out of the ground like carrots! We trot down the cobbled walkways, passing
thatched-roof huts, and waving hello to hotel employees, “Muraho!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">For breakfast it's eggs, cooked
plantains, beans, pineapple,potatoes, bananas, tree tomatoes, passion fruit, African tea, coffee:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"> (the usual)</span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">After breakfast,
we head into Gashora to learn about current projects at the women’s
cooperative, which Washington State University, and our buddies Taya and Cedric
have worked on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">The dirt road looks much different
in the daylight, and Jon realizes that his nighttime fear, the one about
animals jumping out of holes in the road, is irrational. Big Dog meets us,
wraps his arms around us, and says “Camera?” as he takes our cameras. We soon
learn that he is quite the photographer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">We hear singing from a local
Pentecostal church, a large building with an unfinished roof and unfinished
walls. Children rest in windows and peer out at us. Big Dog rushes up to the
church and snaps a photo before a woman shoos him away. “Nice.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">When we reach Covaga, the building
is locked but we see colorful baskets through dusty windows. Cedric is one of
the employees of Building Bridges with Rwanda (BBR: See side link) and has
worked closely with Washington State University Students like Taya, on
agricultural projects. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Currently in Rwanda, 80% of the
population survives on subsistence farming of a few crops. Most meals in
Gashora consist of only bananas, cassava (a local plant), and beans, and
therefore, the community has many issues with malnutrition. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">One project, a “kitchen garden,” is
a circular, tiered garden that introduces more nutritious crops to Gashora. The
top tier is carrots, the second tier is beets, the third tier is cabbage, and
the bottom tier is amaranths (a plant from the spinach family). The kitchen
garden is an attempt to teach the community how to cultivate a greater variety
of plants to achieve better nutrition.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Taya gives the group a tour of the
Eco-latrine. The interior of the latrine remains consistent with Rwandan
culture, and this is merely a hole in the ground. However, the latrine is
elevated above ground and has a compartment below it where waste is collected
to later be used as fertilizer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">The next stop is the mushroom
house, a shed shaded with banana leaves to keep the house cool for mushrooms. A
container of worms also exists to create worm compost to aid in fertilization. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Next, Taya shows us her baby, a
solar dehydrator. The sun enters and gets trapped between plexi-glass and a
black board, rises into an enclosed wooden box where the hot, dry air flows
through, ripping moisture from foods. She tells us that, inside, are
pineapples, bananas, and tomatoes, and that the pineapples and bananas worked
really well inside the dehydrator. The hope for the future is that the
dehydrated foods can benefit the Covaga economically. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">We return to the hotel for lunch
and meet near the lake for a discussion with Lama, our partner in Rwanda, and
founder of “Building Bridges with Rwanda.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">“We don’t choose where we are born.
You’re born in America, your life takes off. You’re born in Rwanda it goes
somewhere else,” Lama says. He explains his history, how his family fled
Rwanda in 1959 to Burundi when Hutus began to overthrow Tutsis. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">For a view of the hotel, and more
information about Covaga and Building Bridges with Rwanda, please see the
links to the right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Day
3<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">As the first group from Western
Washington University, part of our responsibility includes learning the present
infrastructure and needs of Gashora as well as the community’s resources and
future plans. A final cohesive document, an asset map, will provide the
information needed for other groups to start projects in Rwanda. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">On our way into town, we finally
experience what Taya was talking about in reference to the children. They wave
from their houses yelling, “Muzungu!” (Westerner/white person). Some rush out
to grab our hands, and I wind up with three children on one of my arms. Their
clothes and bodies are covered in the red Rwandan dust, but as their lips part
for a smile, there’s nothing but white innocence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">We meet in the Gashora’s sector
building with the sector’s executive secretary, and the Education Officer,
Priscilla. When asked if she has any problems with her position of authority
because of her gender, Priscilla shakes her head. Rwanda is on the forefront of
gender equality, partially because many men died during the genocide, and
partially because the constitution calls for a minimum of 30% of government
positions to be held by women. Today, 60% of the government positions are held
by women. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">“There is a saying in Rwanda that
‘All women of Rwanda have Paul Kagame’s number,” jokes our Rwandan friend and
Covaga helper, Rogers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">We then visit Covaga and have a
meeting with the women who attempt to teach us Kinyarwanda and love to hear one of
the faculty members, Steve Vanderstaay, speak to them in Kinyarwandan. They
sound excited to have out help, and we plan to start teaching them English
immediately. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">After lunch in town at Yvone’s,
where we ate our first night in Gashora. It’s the usual: plantains, rice,
amaranths, pineapple, but somehow, we still love it. Also, Fantas for all!
Rogers, unlike most Rwandans, is open to discussing the genocide. I think we
feel as though our readings have prepared us, since we understand most of what
Rogers talks about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">We trek the dusty roads to the
Primary School where our magnetic Mazungu forces really take hold. Hundreds of
children start running towards us. Suddenly, we’re surrounded by smiling, shy
faces. Then, Rogers gets all of the children to start singing and clapping,
joining in on a Rwandan song about children leading the future. Big Dog takes
pictures on our cameras. Eventually, the party has to end, the children need to
learn, and so do we.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">We meet with the Vice President of
the Primary School and five other teachers who tell us about their needs.
Currently at the primary school, there are 18 teachers, and 1,200 students (the
students attend classes in two different periods, AM and PM). One of their
largest problems is learning and teaching English.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">After the genocide, the Rwandan
government ordered a switch from teaching French to teaching English. The
denouncement of French is partially due to France’s involvement in arms deals
which supported <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">genocidaires</i> during
the genocide as well as after the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">genocidaires</i>
fled the country into the Congo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Another reason for the switch to
English is simple: English is the international language for business. With
Rwanda’s dense population, there is not enough land for so many Rwandans to be
subsistence farmers; Rwanda needs
entrepreneurial developments and will benefit from learning the English
language. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Since the switch was relatively
recent, some of the teachers do not know enough English to adequately help
their students. Unfortunately, with a schedule that starts at 7am and goes
until 5pm, there’s little time in the day for teachers to receive help with
English.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Finally, we tour the Gashora
medical center. It’s the nicest building in town, with towering ceilings and
tiled floors. Despite the assumption that a medical center would be full of
suffering patients, there are only a few, and they don’t seem to be suffering.
The first room we enter, the room where blood is tested for diseases, smells of
alcohol swabs. There are signs on the walls encouraging the use of condoms, and
a separate room for family planning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">The medical center also contains a
library for medical employees to continue their education. Unfortunately, many
of the employees do not understand English, and cannot read all of the books.
This is the only library in Gashora and is not open to the public.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">Then, we tour the old medical
center. It’s a shaded, grimy building containing hospital beds as remnants of
the old center. The man giving us the tour is almost too tall for the building.
Though the new center only has a few rooms, it’s clearly a vast improvement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">At the end of the day, the reality
of poverty in Gashora has us exhausted. As we leave the town, children hold our
hands and follow us as far as they can. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">They say, “What is your name?” and
“How old are you?” some of the only phrases they know so far. Our Kinyarwandan
is about as good as their English, so we’re feeling good about our time here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;">By 8:30pm, we’re ready for sleep.</span><o:p></o:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-30352658047950416882012-06-24T07:33:00.000-07:002012-06-26T10:46:59.369-07:00Touching down in Rwanda<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> <i><b> </b></i><span style="font-size: large;"><u style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b>Night 1</b></i></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">All of our flights go
smoothly, despite a delay taking off from JFK and a short layover in Brussels
which has us speed-walking across the airport wishing we had time to brush our
teeth. The last leg of the trip, a 7 hour flight, proves to be the most
difficult. We feel a little queasy from our anti-malaria pills, exhausted from lack
of sleep and vertical naps, and the flight attendants keep our bellies bloated
toward the pull-down trays. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">But the airplane is
sparse, spacious, and allows for decent stretching of the legs. Sara sits next
to the Director of Human rights from Uganda, Lauren and Nicole find themselves
in front of a crying baby who likes to punch seats, and I meet a missionary of Rick
Warren’s, an Evangelical pastor who has
sent around 15,000 missionaries to Rwanda. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">***</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">The religious situation
in Rwanda is interesting. At the time of their appearance in Rwanda, the Belgian
missionaries from the Catholic Church believed in a “Hamitic Ideology” which
considers certain ethnicities superior. These missionaries believed that Tutsis
were whiter and came to Africa from Europe; this ideology played a role in the
ethnic division of Hutus and Tutsis in Rwanda which led to the genocide.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">In 1959, when Hutu
extremists first began the process of eliminating Tutsis, churches became a
refuge for the Tutsis. However, in 1994, when the genocide began, some priests
encouraged Tutsis to seek refuge in churches and then informed Hutu extremists
that they could come in and mass murder the hiding Tutsis.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Some Rwandans believe that the Vatican has yet to come
clean about the blood on their hands, and people are very angry with the
Catholic Church. Still, survivors of the genocide are born again Christians who
see their survival as God’s message that they have purpose. Rick Warren,
despite his bad reputation in Uganda, is a hero in Rwanda. The current role of
church includes teaching Rwandans the Bible which increases literacy, and creating
development projects that teach trades and create infrastructure. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Paul Kagame, the
current president of Rwanda, does not claim to be a religious person. Still, he
accepts current involvement of the church because it allows Rwandans to reach
toward reconciliation, something so difficult that spirituality seems to be the
only option. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">***</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">When we descend the
steps from the plane, a sweet smell greets us. Our feet hit the African asphalt,
and reality still hasn’t hit. After retrieving our bags, we meet Tim, one of
the faculty members and also the whitest person in the airport. He waves us
down, clearly jittery from cappuccino, and we meet our Rwandan partner, Lama. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">On the way to our hotel,
La Palisse in Kigali, lights dot the many Rwandan hills like blue fireflies. At
the hotel, red cobble walk ways remind us of Western’s campus. The hotel
personnel lug our bags to our rooms up a steep hill; they really like to help. Our
rooms are unexpectedly gorgeous, despite the old smell. Mosquito nets hang from
the ceiling like a flowing African dream. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">On our way to dinner,
at an Ethiopian restaurant, we pile 17 people into a van. Most of the roads in
Kigali are paved, but everyone squashes up against each other as the van
rumbles over the red Rwandan clay. “This is called African massage,” says Lama,
laughing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">We meet Taya, a student
from Washington State University, who has been working in Gashora with the
cooperative we will be servicing during our trip. She’s been in Rwanda for
almost a month and has many tips for us: bring tissue with you everywhere, you
never know when there won’t be toilet paper; bring wipes, you never know when
there won’t be a sink; take every opportunity to wash your hands; don’t buy
things without assistance from a Rwandan friend, white skin=jacked price; the
kids will love you and fight to hold your hands, three kids to each hand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“You’re going to love
it here,” she says. We hear that from everyone we meet. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u><i><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Day 1</span></b></i></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“You
can’t manage time, but time can manage you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">After breakfast, we
plan to visit the Kigali Memorial Centre which commemorates the genocide, get
lunch and figure out financial affairs in Kigali, and visit a local
neighborhood before heading to our hotel in Gashora. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Instead, we sit on the
stone steps in front of the lobby chatting with hotel personnel and playing
cards. The van can’t fit us and our luggage. Eventually, we decide on using two
vans, one to get our luggage to Gashora, and one to transport us for the day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"><i> Tim in the van</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">On the way to the
memorial, a Rwandan student filming us, Olivier, tells me about a saying in
Rwanda: “I can’t manage time, but time can manage me,” and we laugh about the
van confusion. When a car stops in the middle of the road, completely in our
way, Olivier shouts, “This one’s drunk!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“No, he’s from Congo,”
jokes Lama.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“No, Uganda!” laughs
Olivier. In African countries which were originally colonized by the British
like Uganda, people drive on the left side of the road, but in Rwanda, which
was a Belgian colony, the people drive on the right.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">At the memorial, somber
faces visit mass graves and read walls of history. The first panel reads: “This
is about our past and our future, our nightmares and dreams, our fear and our
hope.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> Mass Grave</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Before being colonized
by the Germans in 1892, the division between Hutus, Tutsis, and Twas was
socio-economical. The Germans sided with the monarchy, which was comprised of
Tutsi, the richer class. Still, classes were fluid and a Hutu could become a
Tutsi by becoming rich. For example, a Tutsi was defined as a Rwandan with ten
or more cows. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">After WWI, Rwanda was
given to Belgium as a trust territory. In 1932, Belgians issued identity cards,
even using rulers to measure facial features of Rwandans to determine whether
they were Hutu, Tutsi, or Twa. They determined that 5% of the population was
Tutsi, 84% Hutu, and 1% Twa. Belgians viewed Tutsi as superior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">When the ruler, or
mwami, of Rwanda refused to join the Catholic army, and challenged Belgian
rule, he was disposed of. Eventually, Belgians believed that the conservative
Tutsis were more vulnerable to Marxism and decided that the Hutu class was more
connected to the Catholic Church. They then switched to being sympathetic
toward Hutus. In 1959, after being encouraged by Belgians, Hutus began to
overthrow the Tutsi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">In reference to 1959,
when he was forced to flee to Burundi, Lama says, “my mother told me that the
object wasn’t to exterminate Tutsis but to get them out of the country so that
[Hutus] could take our land.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">When Tutsi refugees in
Uganda grouped up as the Rwandan Patriotic Front (RPF) and surged Rwanda on
October 1<sup>st</sup>, 1990, things got tense. The genocide started on April 6<sup>th</sup>,
1994, led by the government’s party of Hutu extremists. In a hundred days, over
a million Rwandans were killed, mostly Tutsis, until the RPF ended the Genocide
on July 18<sup>th</sup>. More details about these events will be spread
throughout the blog, but I’d like to give readers a break </span><span style="font-size: large;">:) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">For any worried parents
out there, Rwanda is currently the safest country in Africa, filled with
smiling, helpful faces. We have flushing toilets, cold showers, cell phones, and
have only seen 3 or 4 mosquitos; Malaria risk is very low in Rwanda. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">After visiting the
memorial, we travel to the busy city of Kigali and settle for lunch. We learn
that if a woman orders an orange Fanta, it implies that she is a virgin. So a
lot of us order orange Fanta. We visit an ATM, and a local grocery store much
like a Fred Meyer. Then we wait…I remember the saying about time which Olivier
told me. We don’t have time to visit the local neighborhood. After waiting
almost two hours and paying a few hundred francs for the bathroom ($1=612 RWF
(Rwandan Francs)), a van arrives to take us to Gashora. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">A bright orange sun
sets over the luscious hills of Rwanda which are spotted with banana and guava
trees. The area we drive through was burned to a crisp during the genocide but
has since been replanted. We all get another African massage on the way to the
hotel, which is a of couple miles past the Gashora city center. After
freshening up, we head back to the city center for dinner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Here, we meet “Big
Dog,” one of the students sponsored by Lama’s program. He joins us for dinner
and we soon discover how silly he is. Dinner consists of some of the usual
local food: potatoes, beans, and pineapple. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">We celebrate the
birthday of one of the Rwandan students working with the Covaga Cooperative,
Cedric. He tells us that he’s never had a birthday celebration before; he’s
just turned 26. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">We almost fall asleep
in our cake. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">But first we need to
walk 20 minutes up a dirt road, in the dark, to reach our hotel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">This is only the
beginning.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03400775828466904045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243090686661483166.post-12224131150887664502012-06-19T18:59:00.000-07:002012-06-26T07:12:36.274-07:00Pre-Departure<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<span style="font-size: large;">We stuff our bags, check our lists, frantically text each other for opinions on bag sizes, call/see our families and friends for goodbyes, cuddle our pets, ingest anti-malarial pills, check e-mails, research Rwandan current events, and wrack our brains to be sure we've got it all: bug spray, toothbrush, laundry detergent, lotion, sunscreen, water bottle, ibuprofen, allergy medicine...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On Thursday at 5am, we'll trudge in to the Seattle-Tacoma airport, sleep still crusted in our eyes, our hearts thumping quickly. It will probably be raining. After passing through security, we'll rush to the Starbucks and sip the last drops of our Pacific Northwest home. We'll update our Facebook statuses, write in our journals, and feel our nerves dancing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As the first group of Western students going on the study abroad trip to Rwanda, we're the guinea pigs: we're still unsure of what exactly we'll be doing (but we'll keep you posted). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">What we know is, we're going to have a blast, build relationships with awesome people, and learn more than we could ever imagine. </span></div>
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