Seeing the shrunken arms or the bloated stomaches, the bruises from abuse or the scars from the past…that's not where the real pain is. The eyes…the eyes are haunting. There is so much hurt and pleading there. There is an instant link, human-to-human.
The other day one volunteer was talking about another one who has been in Rwanda for quite some time and still consistently writes on their blog. Volunteer #1 quipped, what is left to say? How sad. Shouldn't our commentary get better with time, instead of just being about first impressions, misconceptions and physical surroundings.
Every day is full of grappling to make sense of things. And when you think you figured out one puzzle piece there is another one rearing its head. Every set of eyes are slightly different, with their own unique story, their own clue into how this world spins round.
The more people I meet, the more stories I will have to tell. The more trusting people become and the more curious I become with my questions, the better I can give you all a glimpse into life here. I hope I'm still going strong a year from now. In the meantime, if you're wondering about something, it never hurts to ask and I'll try and get some answers from the Rwandans surrounding me.
PS. Happy St. Patty's Day.
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