We have just spent the day in Remera Rukoma, twenty miles west of Kigali, at a genocide memorial service of the Eglise Presbyterienne.
There is a children’s game that most mothers will recognise which goes “Head, shoulders, knees and toes …”. Well, Mrs.
We are starting to get used to the different styles of shop here in Kigali and have learnt not to take the first price that is offered for anything.
The other day I found myself on the taxi-bus up front with the driver.
Anyone that can remember ‘old money’ before decimalisation entered our lives may be familiar with the fond remembrance that one could get the bus into town, watch the pictures, have fish and chips
It was unusually fast journey on the bus into CPR the other morning. The route usually takes an hour give or take a bit, but that morning I was there inside forty minutes. Something was wrong.
It has been another busy week at the school in Kinamba. On Wednesday morning the nursery children were taken for their annual vaccination against worms.
Hands up anybody that has heard of a fourpit o’tatties. This is an expression that goes back to early 1960′s Edinburgh, and possibly elsewhere, that I have never heard since.
On Monday the children here returned to school after the break, and so did I. Like the primary 1 and 2 classes I did not arrive until after lunch.