Genocide Memorial
It is Sunday, January 19, and it is the first day that we have not had meetings from 8:00 - 5:00. It is intense as a Peace Corps Response Volunteer, but there is no other choice and we are all fine with it. It does not allow us to communicate more so with our loved ones at home, but we hope that these little blog posts make up for the lack.
We have been living at a convent here in Kigali which is where Jesuit priests are housed when they come to Rwanda/Kigali. It is simple but clean and sufficient. I have to say, however, that I have not slept well here. I am constantly struggling with the mosquito net and we are surrounded by praise music at all hours of the night and day. Last night at 12:45, there was a praise group singing right outside my window. I am fine with praise-singing, but not at that hour. As I write (4:45 PM on Sunday), there is praise-singing practice right outside my door. I hear thunder, so here's to some percussion added to the music.
Yesterday was a very difficult day for all of us. We visited the Genocide Memorial Museum. This all happened over a period of 100 days in April of 1994. If you are unfamiliar with it, please do read up on it. One of our dear colleague's family's picture is hanging in the museum as she lost both of her parents and four of her siblings. She has yet to find them to give them a proper burial, but she is still hopeful that she will be able to do so.
We have been living at a convent here in Kigali which is where Jesuit priests are housed when they come to Rwanda/Kigali. It is simple but clean and sufficient. I have to say, however, that I have not slept well here. I am constantly struggling with the mosquito net and we are surrounded by praise music at all hours of the night and day. Last night at 12:45, there was a praise group singing right outside my window. I am fine with praise-singing, but not at that hour. As I write (4:45 PM on Sunday), there is praise-singing practice right outside my door. I hear thunder, so here's to some percussion added to the music.
Yesterday was a very difficult day for all of us. We visited the Genocide Memorial Museum. This all happened over a period of 100 days in April of 1994. If you are unfamiliar with it, please do read up on it. One of our dear colleague's family's picture is hanging in the museum as she lost both of her parents and four of her siblings. She has yet to find them to give them a proper burial, but she is still hopeful that she will be able to do so.
“The content of this website is mine alone and does not necessarily reflect the views of the U.S. Government, the Peace Corps, nor the Rwanda Government.”
Comments
Post a Comment