Then we had three home visits to do. The first two were in Kimihurura by the church. Myself, Mama D and Alice walked up together, and as we passed Patrick's house, all the little kids came running down the hill to greet me and give my hugs. Mama D looked pretty surprised.
Sadly, 10 minutes into the first visit, Mama D got some bad news and had to leave. And Alice had to go back to church and pick some things up, so I was left alone with a lady called Bernadette and her family. Fortunately my Kinyarwanda is now good enough to sustain half an hour of broken conversation, and we were able to pass the time quite comfortably. I held her granddaughter for a while and went and met her neighbours.
At the end when Alice came back, we prayed together, took some photos and left.
Kimihurura, like the whole of Kigali, is set on a series of hills. The next lady we went to visit, Primitive, lives at the top of the hill. We were carrying a massive bag and the weather was cooking, so the journey up arduous but fun. Thankfully she gave us both a cold fanta to welcome us into her home.
(Alice halfway up the hill).
On the way up we bumped into one of the Ubuzima ladies sewing on the roadside.
The last visit was in Nyamirambo. Alice and I walked for about forty minutes in the mid day sun to get the bus, still uphill, still carrying the bag. As we were changing buses in town, two guys came towards me. One held my arm and blocked my path, the other reached into my pocket and stole my phone. Fortunately it was just a cheap one, but it's still an inconvenience.
(The last house we visited. The lady was called Denise and she also gave us a fanta while we looked through her photo albumns).
I got home at half past two just in time for my Kinyarwanda lesson. After half an hour I felt so knackered I had to reschedule the rest of the lesson to the next day.
I was a bit of a zombie at school that night.
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