So between San Francisco, London, Nairobi and Kigali, I thought of so many things that I wanted to say in my first post from Rwanda. Unfortunately, now that I actually have time, a computer, quiet, and enough energy to type, I can say a few things.
Before today I have never felt my skin color be so much of a determining feature as I have since I stepped on a flight bound for Africa. It isn't a judgment that effects my worth the way that skin color determined self-worth in the United States in the 1950s, and, let's face it - the way it still does today. Here, my white skin is more an indication of my money, power and rarity.
I am literally falling asleep right now - but first a quick anecdote. The other interns of WE-ACTx picked me up in the airport just as I was about to be picked up by a taxi. The four girls took me to the clinic in downtown Kigali, where I met the other members of the organization. Then, after exploring the downtown street-shop area for a short bit, I took a nap and dinner and shower at home and finally the five of us headed to a local bar and lounge. No lie - we met a man there who
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A man who what Joss?
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