children

We live in a rather posh embassy neighbourhood but if you go a few hundred metres down our street the other direction there is an old neighbourhood of narrow alleys, dirt roads, mud houses with corrugated metal doors. It is completely off the tourist path. The children all smile and wave. They may call "muzungu" (white person) and laugh. Sometimes we get "bon jour, comment ca va?" other times "hello, what is your name?" in English. Yesterday some children came and held our hands and walked with us. Fortunately, we had some bananas, which they were very happy to receive as one little girl told us she was hungry. Some boys were playing soccer with garbage bags tied together.

I'm sure we will always remember the beautiful children of Rwanda who are so cheerful and friendly and have so very little.

Love to all,

Patty