Mubyuke, Mukubure

We are experiencing a slight generational clash. Dad is the middle man offering translation services. Grandma does not comprehend how a child can sleep longer than the parent whose house it is. I, on the other hand, fail to understand why we are playing racing games with the sunrise. Dad explains that Rwandan culture calls for the girl child to rise early and sweep the house. Growing up, he didn’t have time to mention all the archaic rules… He once told me, “Ariko uziko nari no kuvumbura di?” “Brains get wasted in the village. If I had been born abroad, I could have won a sort of Science Nobel Prize.” So, I suspect, in raising us, he wanted to give us all the opportunities he didn’t have & see just how far we could soar. Alas, we are here, we wish for the Queen Mother’s happiness & I do not take lightly the privilege to sit at an elder’s feet. So … take a wild guess as to what I did early this morning?