The land of a thousand hills. The land of milk and honey. The land of a majestic people. Home to the endangered specie, Mountain Gorilla. God’s resting place.
In that East African Eden, women don’t age and men still have shame. Somehow though, I have never had a Rwandan boyfriend. They don’t understand me and I don’t understand them; it’s a pretty reciprocal ordeal.They see me as too loud-too-often-too long. I see them as “blah”. As such, we have mutually opted to respect each other and romantically stay away. (If it was not obvious enough, allow me to clarify that I am not referring to the 6.8 million Rwandan men alive, just the suitors, in my age range, that my path has crossed.)
To the International Community: Since decency is not taught in school, I must shed light on something that irks my skin and gives it pimples. When you meet a Rwandan, let not 1994 and Hotel Rwanda, be the first topic of conversation. Pretend to care about the greenery or the gorillas and ask about that. Don’t force strangers to recount their abhorrent history for your entertainment. Keep it light and cute…
All in All, Rwanda is the NEW (subtle) giant of Africa. Small but mighty. Light of Africa. “Arise and Shine, O Zion, for your time has arrived. ” Isaiah 60
Murakabaho Bakunzi! (Long Life)
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