I was teaching at the office this morning. The guys trickled in at a leisurely pace as per usual, so we only started the lesson at about half ten. Until then, we sat in the garden reading the bible together which was really nice.
After the lesson I went into the storeroom to dig out some clothes for Isabelle and her brother only to find that it had been ransacked. I didn't know this at the time but the guys had been allowed in to take some clothes. Not one of my neat piles remained. It was as if they didn't care that someone had spend a lot of time and effort to arrange the clothes. I thought about crying. I considered screaming. But instead I took a deep breath, (I just had to take another one while writing this now), grabbed some clothes and locked the door. I'll deal with it in January. I have a lot of suppressed anger festering inside me. I think I need ministry.
In the afternoon I went with Mama Deborah to see Isabelle. We met her in Nyabugogo Market on the outskirts of Kigali. She lives about 2 hours away from there, but it's a bit of a trek which is why we don't go to her home. We spent an hour buying food for her family, beans, rice, cassava etc, and I took her the clothes as well. The bags soon became too heavy for us to lift, so we hired a guy to carry them on his head for a couple of hundred francs. She looked well, and it was really good to see her.
Today in Nyabugogo I felt for the first time like I was really in Africa. There were people everywhere hawking their goods, music blasting out, minibuses trying to run you down. You have to understand that Kigali is very orderly. It is clean, organised and modern. You can tell it's not England, but it doesn't really feel like Africa to me. But Nyabugogo was hectic and I loved the experience, probably because it only lasted a couple of hours.
In the evening we had the bible study and I walked home with David, who lives on the same street as me.
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