Last week I returned from a pilgrimage to Rwanda. I was in a group of pilgrims who participated in a Divine Mercy Apostolate-organised pilgrimage and among others celebrated the Catholic feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross and the Solemnity of Our Lady of Sorrows.
Rwanda feels like your typical East African country – the architecture in general is similar, the traffic can get hectic and Swahili is spoken though not widely. The country has made great strides to heal from its past and portray itself as a model of success and development in a continent where such stories are few and far between.
The continuous hills were a bit overwhelming for someone who lives atop the flat and dusty Lilongwe plateau. The landscape was all green with many modern structures in Kigali’s city centre.
We stayed at the St. Vincent Pallotti Formation & Pilgrimage Centre, a very decent lodging facility owned by Pallottines of the Holy Family Province.
Moto Taxis
One thing you will immediately notice in Rwanda is the moto-taxis. They weave around traffic with little regard for their own safety.
On one particular evening in some pretty heavy traffic, two motos were trying to squeeze through a very narrow space between a large truck and another car. As the traffic inched forward, they both kept dangerously trying to make their way through the tiny space with little success. But they kept trying anyway! What surprised me was the fact that passengers on both motos didn’t seem the least concerned with the antics of their drivers. Meanwhile, behind our bus, two motos bumped into each other, untangled themselves and both drove off as if nothing had happened.
Thank goodness everyone else was driving with some regard for the other road users.
Architecture
Rwandans have this lovely way of using patterns and textures in their buildings.
Faith
When most people visit Rwanda they talk about how clean the country is. And clean it is. But that is not what struck me the most. Rwandans are people of faith. While both in Kigali and in Kibeho, there was a never-ending stream of people going into church or chapel to pray regardless of the time of day. Maybe it was a coincidence that at the time, in both places, we visited on the eve and day of two big feasts in the Catholic church’s calendar. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but notice this fact.
Genocide Memorial
In Kibeho we visited a Catholic church that was burnt together with hundreds of people locked inside during the 1994 genocide. The people had taken shelter and refused to open in fear of militias. The church was set on fire by the attacking militias.
A thousand hills
Rwanda is a very beautiful country! It is a pity I am poor at both French and Swahili, both languages that I learned but have been too lazy to practice. I would have been able to talk to a few more people than I managed to, ask a lot more questions and discover a lot more gems. It was a great and enriching pilgrimage nevertheless.
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