When writing the last piece, I was reminded of a small project I had been asked to go and see some time back.
It has been another strenuous day with several kilometers covered on foot, but worth it to see some real progress being made down at the project.
Saturday afternoon, it must be Nyamirambo. Our mamas are busy with their income generation projects during the week, so getting them all together at the same time is difficult.
Readers who have been keeping up with the blog will have read of the assorted wildlife that comes around our house. Mrs. R doesn't count. At her age she is past any kind of wildlife.
Have you ever wondered what happened to all those shell suits that were all the rage in the 1980s? You guessed it. They all went to Africa, and more than a few ended up in Rwanda.
We received an email last week from the British Consulate in town. This doesn't happen often; in fact it is the first we have received since registering our presence with them.
If the world is a small place, Africa must be even smaller.
.........or be bitten by mosquitoes.
We arrived back in Kigali four weeks ago and have been gradually picking up the threads.
We were having breakfast last Wednesday morning, when there was a knock on the door. It was Emmanuel, our guard, followed by what has turned out to be our new house-mate. A white and grey kitten.