Kigali is
brightly colored prints standing beside business suits
strong women carrying babies on their backs and sacks of potatoes on their heads
moto drivers wearing blue Tigo vests
red-orange rooftops dotting the hillside
thousands of sparkling lights sprawling over a velvety darkness
the place where I found my “Daughter.”
Kigali is
all the coffee shops – Canaberra and Brioche and Bourbon
and free Wifi at KCT and UTC
but the bathrooms cost 100 francs
and don’t you dare use the toilet to bathe
Kigali is
Pastor Fred, tall and gentle, but his prayers are giant;
Mary, who makes us chapati and mandazi and tacos, because she knows how much we love them;
Eva and Sharon and Natasha and Linda, sisters who make me miss my sisters;
and Prince and Joshua, who light up our days.
Kigali is
Tragedy,
and something not quite like Triumph,
but more like a Forgiveness I still don’t understand
Kigali is
Torrential downpours
and clothes drying on the line in between rainstorms
Warm sun in the morning
and shivery starlit nights.
Kigali is
a place where sometimes we have running water
and sometimes we don’t
and sometimes we have power
and sometimes we don’t
But we will always, always have tea…
and more than enough love
to go around.
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Tomorrow we fly to Ethiopia! Prayers for safe travel and for us as we get settled into our next new environment are most appreciated.
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Love,
Debbie
