I saw that of all the African cultural practices, only music, dance and religion – immaterial arts – were preserved and reinvested with the power to bring people together.
Here I am, seated next to a Burundian who is new on this route and only knows where he is getting off, a bus that is really moving, an undecided battle between the rain and sunshine outside, and a racing heart…
Her Kinyarwanda is musical; this I hear as she calls out for the 7-month old crocodile at the backyard pond, almost like a girl playing with a doll.
The gallery is built along a hill slope, requiring one to descend a flight of very steep stairs. As if in an effort to distract from the descent, sculptures adorn the side of the stairway wall.
The road south to Nyanza-Kicukiro is mostly straight but quite hilly and hot. No tree is visible on either side of the road. It’s also noon and already 28°C outside.
An attractive piece of modern architecture with its symmetric walls, high ceilings and thoughtful angles of natural light streaming in, the Kigali Public Library is a very impressive sight. It’s tucked away behind the US Embassy with a great view of the post-apocalyptic-looking construction on the opposing hill. You can’t fail to spot it while […]
As I go through the artwork hanging on the walls, warm, dark and light tunes of jazz fill up the air around me. The volume is just right, not too loud to distract you from the mix of colours on canvas in front of you and not too soft to be drowned out by the drizzle outside.