“Every day we wake up, we choose love, we choose light….Love can free us from all excess, from our deepest debt, ‘cause when our hearts are full we need much less” –The Submarines
Family and friends.
I want to thank you for supporting me through this extraordinary Rwandan experience. Whether helping with funds, moral support through blog reading, or just kind words of encouragement you have been there with me through it all. I would not have been able to do this without you.
For those of you who have sent kind donations of vitamins and childrens medicines, Nurse Nancy knows they are coming and will be able to pick them up to add to the clinic. If you have sent any other packages, she will be returning the States in October and will be mailing me anything I have received. The money that was donated to the clinic has been mostly spend on antibiotics for our 30 kids that came down with strep throat, but the rest of it is in Nancy’s hands and she will be mailing me the reciepts for everything she purchases for the clinic. I thank you again for everything.
Sadly, my journey has come to an unexpected end. Due to circumstances mostly out of my control, I am currently sitting in the Brussels airport. Leaving Urukundo was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. The last few days have been an awkward blur of waiting to leave, and trying to squeeze last minute time in, yet still living out a normal day. Its funny how even though it feels like my life has spiraled downhill, life still goes on. There are still diapers to be changed, nails to be painted, kids to be fed, laundry to be washed, “broken” kids to fix, and everything else that is a part of the daily routine. This actually made the last few days easier, it felt like i wasn’t even leaving because there are so many things that need to be done all the time, it was quite distracting. My last day however, was really difficult to deal with. Everyone was kind of moping around, waiting for me to go. My buddy, Claude, would not leave my side. Someone had told him I was leaving so anytime I would walk away he would run after me yelling, “No Laweegan America!” All day, that was his mantra, it was never ending. Talk about heartbreaking. When it was actually time for me to leave, he was so angry. I saved his hug for last, but he was not having it. He just looked at me with his big black eyes, as if he was so mad at me for being another person to leave out of his life. For a four year old, he really understood that “America” means not coming back for a long time. I didn’t cry at any of my goodbyes, mostly I did my best to reassure the girls that they were beautiful, life would be wonderful for them, etc, etc. But Claude just killed me. I hate that my last image of him was his angry little face, glaring after the car. The past week, I have taken numerous videos of him thoough, capturing him at his finest, mostly getting in trouble but several perfectly adorable moments as well. I don’t know if those videos will bring me comfort, or pain but either way I am glad I was able to capture some of my best friend to take with me. I really do love that kid, he is so naughty and annoying. He is always pulling on my to do something, tangling my hair, jumping around, getting me covered in dirt, babbling on in Kinyrwandan, repeating things I say in English a million times….I miss him already. It’s been like 10 hours, but when you spend every waking minute with someone, ten hours feels like a lifetime of absence.
Of course I am missing everyone else too. Lately the girls have been reading Ernest Hemingway, and when they come across a word they don’t know they come to me and ask for an explanation. It’s a hard thing, trying to explain some words like ‘embarrassed’, ‘bother’, and ‘lust’. I’ve been doing a lot of acting it out; they usually giggle and say okay. I’m not sure if they actually get it ,or just feel bad at my awkward gestures and explanations. They boys are, well the boys. They were all completely MIA when it was time for me to leave, but that’s okay. It’s what I expected. I’ve had some fun with them lately, mostly because they have been up at the clinic so much. Everyone has had strep throat, and most balk at taking medicine. But they boys have been up there on time the most, hanging around with me, helping take the other kids temperatures. The one who has really stepped up is a secondary kid, Diescor. He rounds up all the kids, take temperatures, disinfects equipment, and just whatever else is needed. He wants to be a doctor one day, and is always reading medical books and asking Nancy questions. He is so smart. The other day he and I had a debate about how you cannot compare the poor and crime in Rwanda to the poor and crime in the States. What 15 year old boy does that?! He has big dreams of America one day, to be a doctor, and come back to Rwanda. Baby Hillie SoSo has started giggling, real giggles not just little coos’. I am so sad I won’t be there to watch this little baby grow. He has made so much progress in just a few months, I was really looking forward to seeing the kind of little human he will become. I have really been started connecting with little Becka too. It took her a month or so to warm up to me, but boy did she. She is the happiest baby of them all, always smiling and laughing. She is so clumsy; she can’t walk straight at all and is always falling down. Geez, I can’t even write this all down right now, because I don’t know where to start or if it will ever end, I miss my kids so much already. There are so many of them, and I know I tend to highlight and certain characters, but they really are all amazing. The quiet ones who I don’t talk to as much finally came out of their shells this weekend. We played cards, sang along to High School Musical, painted our nails, braided my hair, and just laid out in the grass chit chatting. The boys are so silly. I let them use my camera, and they made like a mini music video. They think they are so thug it cracks me up. They will get dressed in riduclous outfits, with gaudy belts, and hats, and just strut around making faces at the camera. I haven’t actually looked at the video yet, but I can’t wait to get home and see it. Wait, did I just say I can’t wait to get home? I take that back. I would rather watch it in person any day then some video. Let me make myself clear, I HATE the fact that I will be back in Arizona in less than 2 hours.
Man, sitting here in this brightly lit, clean, modern airport, I miss Rwanda so much. The Kigali airport lost power three times when I was waiting to get on my flight. There is one gate there, and the staff is all friendly Rwandans who greet you and talk to you like an old friend. It was hot in there, I was sweating, and it definitely smelled like deodorant free Rwandan’s. Even still, it was better than the Western world. When I was getting off this last flight I accidently hit someone with my backpack. The man turned around, and told me to be more careful. Whoa! Talk about welcome back to the world of white people. If that would have happened in Rwanda, the Rwandan would have been apologizing to me. Everyone just apologizes for everything, “Poray” they say, as they extend their hands to make sure everything is right.
Yesterday I rode a moto-taxi into Gitarama. It really was the perfect last moment to experience Rwanda. I had to walk for a good ten minutes before I came across a moto that was available and open. Int hat ten minutes I said “Mwira way” “Amakuru” and “Muraho” to at least six people. I shook at least ten people’s hands, most of them kids. That’s just how it is in the Rwandan countryside, everyone just greets each other. It doesn’t matter if you know them or not, it is polite to ask them how they are or to say good morning. I started tearing up at one woman who hugged me, and told me I had “Bootehful Haaah” (beautiful hair), just thinking how much I am going to miss the genuine nice people of this country. As I was getting on my moto, I stumbled a bit because my long skirt caught on my shoe. A random passerby reached out to me, apologizing in Kinywarwandan. Just such nice people, I tell you. As I rode my moto the few miles into town, I just breathed in the scent of Rwanda. Fires were burning, and mix of smoke and diesel fuel filled my nose. It’s quite a terrible smell, one that gives headaches and causes nausea, yet it is fantastic all the same. It is the smell of mama’s cooking for their families, and men working to better their country, riding around in huge trucks piled with bananas, or oil, or more men. Rwanda is really a breathtaking landscape. I have gotten used to the rolling hills, covered in crops and jungle, the mud bricks homes with laundry lines and dirty kids out front, the women strolling along the highway in their brightly colored garments and things on their heads, the mass amounts of green vegetation, the soldiers posted with their AK’s, the way the sunset looks as it peaks through the trees and seems to rest on top of the hills, the roadside shops advertising Coke and the local phone company.
I just love Rwanda. I thought it would be my home for the next six months, but that was shortened. It really is sad, I am sad. Someone told me before I go that Africa breaks your heart, and it’s true. I think no matter when I would have left, my heart would feel this heavy. Its not even that I’m overly emotional hysterical, or being dramatic. I have not shed very many tears, but I feel so blue. My hair feels so un-played with, my feet are not covered in red dirt, my arms are not rocking SoSo to sleep, my voice isn’t shouting at Claude to get out something he shouldn’t be in, little girls aren’t painting my toes, my feet aren’t running after babies screaming in delight, my tongue isn’t sticking out at goofy boys, I’m not dancing to crappy yet catchy Rwandan tunes, my mind isn’t calculating medicine dosages, my fingers aren’t making little friendship bracelets, my mose isn’t breathing in the smells of lunch and dirty diapers, my tummy isn’t full of rice and beans, my lips are blowing raspberrys on little bellies, my ears aren’t hearing “Laweegan, Laweegan!”, my clothes aren’t sticky with porridge or smelly with pee. Well actually that’s a lie, before I left yesterday I tried my best to keep clean, but I picked Davide up, and he promptly peed all over my skirt. I rinsed it out the best I could, but still.
I am so lonely right now, sitting in this aiport. Never before had I had any problems with being by myself, I tend to like my own company. But this is the most quiet I’ve been surrounded by in a long time, no one is calling my name, or just yelling, or laughing. It’s a strange thing to go from being with lots of people all the time (literally, all the time) to being with…no one. Just me and my memories. I hope that people understand when I get home, why I don’t want to hangout, why I do not want to turn on my phone, or celebrate my homecoming. I’m just sad, and lonely. I left my kids behind, and miss them with my whole being. Every part of me is longing for them. On the plane, I heard a baby start to cry, and without even thinking about it I listened harder to see who it was and why they were crying. Was it Davide just throwing a fit because he hates wearing shoes? Is it Claudine who hates loud sounds and is genuinly terrified? Becka being a brat, and wanting something someone else has? Johnny wanting to be picked up? Or Hillie, awake from his nap and ready to be held? It really took me a second to realize what I was doing, and had to shake myself out of it.
So please, be patient with me and try to be understanding. It is nothing personal against you, it is my broken hear that needs to be mended not just forgot about. I feel like I am coming out of Rwanda a completely different person, with different priorities and desires. I think that because of this I will lose some “friends” who only like me as the fun party girl, not the motivated, African loving, humanitarian. However, I know I have some amazing people in my life who will work with me through this transition and I thank them for that, for the continuing support whether I am in Rwanda or not.
Rhegan