Getting to Rwanda

Its strangely beautiful to look out from the hilltop, surrounded by birdsong, trees, clouds, and brick buildings. Women walk these hills with babies on back, bundles overhead, and bright clothes. There's quite a mix of western clothes, hair styles, goods, all alongside the natural beauty and local women.

The government also shows western influences: where (apparently) there were wooded hills covered in shacks and shanty towns, there is now a developed roads system, fountains reflecting the dreams for Rwanda's future, parks for passing through, buldings going up, people walking, streets swept clean daily, light showers around 2 pm: life and growth and change burgeoning everywhere you look. All in contrast to the crippling genocide 15 yers ago (1994) that one 'Does not want to forget but hurts to remember' (from the Genocide Memorial in Kigali, the capitol). From what I'm told and all I've seen, everyone and everything is in an effort to reconciliate, even Nature doing her part to promote life.

People are welcoming, joyful, and eager, ready to teach, learn, work, and play. They greet with three alternating kisses on each cheek, men hold hands, women greet each other in the market, kids go in pairs or groups dressed in matching uniforms on their way to school. All people keep a short-cropped hair do, a few have braids or fake hair, and some use head wraps.

Every once in a while you may see an elderly person, but 60% of the population is under 18 years old. Going to the Genocide Memorial today explains how a country can be so young: a civil war and genocide wreaks havoc on the adult population as children are spared. Though here that wasn't always the case: to exterminate Tutsis and all of their line, even chidlren and babies were targeted. Fortunately the current government recognizes the youth as the future and hope for a peaceful reconcilitaion, thus pouring education, peace, and acceptance on the school children.