Mozambique was a lovely place to visit, very laidback and not too hard to get around. Blog posts scared us about the difficulty of traveling around this country but our experience was pretty smooth. It was helped significantly by our middle-aged, round-bellied taxi driver, who we endearingly called Papa Mario. We found him while wandering the streets of the capital, Maputo, where he was lounging in his taxi parked on the side of the road while a younger guy washed his car. Unclear if he was working or not since his car was covered in soapy water, he quickly assured us that he was ready for business and after the car was speedily doused in rinse water, we took off. He ferried us around the capital city as our reliable driver and referred to us as “those two girls” at first but we quickly became “my dear daughters”.
Before returning Stateside, Colin and I did a bunch of traveling in East and Southern Africa. The first leg of my African travels was to South Africa and Mozambique with a friend I met in Rwanda. I’d been to South Africa before, to Johannesburg several years ago with Colin, but this time we were going to Cape Town on the coast.
The rainy season is finally over, with unfortunately too many casualties (https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2018/05/rwanda-landslides-18-killed-heavy-downpour-180508051710402.html), and the sun is back and shining. The sun brings out the best in this country I think, except for the fact that we’ve taken bucket showers exclusively for the past month due to lack of water pressure, but I’m struck over and over again on my morning moto ride to work by just how beautiful this city is.
Recently, my friend invited me to crash in her hotel room while she attended a conference in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. It was awesome getting to see another part of East Africa and to experience Ethiopian food in its natural habitat. (Believe it or not, it tastes the same as Ethiopian restaurants in the States; it seems Ethiopians don’t compromise their food one bit to suit foreign tastes!)
Our time here has certainly brought with it many cultural lessons. Our Kinyarwanda teacher one day taught us the history of the word “abarubindi”. It technically means “eye glasses” but literally means “those which fell into the pot.” There’s a story, says our teacher, in which a Frenchman wearing eye glasses came across some local Rwandans taking (drinking) beer. Traditionally, beer was served in a single large pot called a “rubindi” and everyone drank their beer from a straw stuck into the same pot.
April 7, 2018 marked the 24th year since the 1994 Rwandan genocide. A short overview for those who are unfamiliar, understanding that history is biased and everyone has opinions on how to narrate this history in particular: Rwanda’s history has been full of ethnic exploitation by colonizers and local leaders both, resulting in ethnic cleansing several times in their history. Hutus were considered inferior during early rule by Rwandan kings and were exploited by colonial powers; years upon years of hardship and inequality led to ethnic killings against the Tutsi in 1959 until the balance of power shifted with independence in 1961. A Hutu government took control and reversed many of the policies that favored Tutsis; inflamed by years of oppression, the extremist government incited ethnic hatred against the Tutsis, culminating in the 1994 genocide where approximately 1 million people were killed in 3 months. The current president of Rwanda, Paul Kagame, assisted in the military overthrow of the extremist government, ending the genocide, and carried out retribution killings against Hutu folks while pushing them out of Rwanda into Congo. Kagame then rebuilt Rwanda over the next 24 years, an amazing feat when glistening, beautiful Kigali is compared with a city like Goma in DRC, which barely has water or electricity and sports only a few paved roads.
Over Easter weekend, I finally made it to DRC, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, the place on which I wrote my undergraduate thesis and where I epically failed to go the first time in 2013. To give you an idea, my thesis focused on contextualizing a rebel movement called M23 operating in the eastern Congo. The Kivu region in Congo has experienced incredible violence and unrest for a long time, exploding in 1994 when the folks who organized the genocide, as well as thousands of Hutu refugees fearing retribution, fled to Congo and set up camp just across the border from Rwanda. Congo is roughly one third the size of the US, with the world’s second largest rainforest separating its capital from the eastern regions, meaning that the (corrupt) DRC government cannot meaningfully govern vast portions of the country, including the east. Myriad rebel groups have sprouted up as a means to survive the corrupt landscape and control the region’s resources.
No, we’re not pregnant. But I bet I made you look 😉
On our 6-year anniversary, Colin and I fittingly helped organize the first ever regional ultimate Frisbee club tournament in Kigali! We met playing Frisbee so it was a great way to celebrate 🙂
Wowzer, 6 months already. This 6th month has been quite a whirlwind, rivaling the first month we were here in terms of challenge and difficulty. The challenges are quite different obviously; I’ve started settling into my part-time jobs and we can confidently pay our bills. (Although the other day I was approached by a guy who said he was collecting the security payment for the neighborhood and said we owed three months’ worth of payments. He said we were never home when he came to collect the payment for Dec-Feb so I guess it’s all in the normal scheme of things to pay whenever is convenient, not necessarily when the payment is due? There’s always something new!)
Sorry for the recent blog silence. We’ve had a busy few weeks with our friend Hamid visiting! I’ll do a quick recap with pictures.
Colin and I spent New Year’s Eve in an outdoor concert venue in the steady rain listening to some fantastic African musicians!