Saturday, July 28, 2012

Field Trip


This post is a little late, but better late than never!

Maybe it was just me, but when I first started studying International Development I had a particular image about what it would look like to work “in the field”. I pictured mud houses with grass roofs and sitting out on the Serengeti under a baobab tree doing a training/assessment/something or other. I pictured doing my work in the community with people, getting to know them and getting to see how they live their lives. Putting aside the fact that I have never actually worked in the Serengeti, development work, at least for me, has not often lived up to this idyllic image in my imagination. My work in Rwanda had the occasional elements of this, although not as much as I would have liked especially since I ended up living in Kigali and not in the community. Mostly our workshops were is conference centers and town halls and my interaction with the actual people our programs worked with was limited. My work here in Burundi is mostly done from behind a desk or in meetings with my colleagues and other organizations and this is definitely not what I pictured as a naïve undergrad.
But there are those moments, few and far between, that cause me to look around and think to myself “here it is. This is what I was supposed to be doing.” Last week was one of those moments for me.
We have been given funding for a peacebuilding project from a donor with the only requirement being that we work with Youth in some way. Ideally we create a project design in direct response to the needs of a community and then find funding, but sometimes donors come to us with funding and a specific request and this is what happened here. The community we chose to work in had been severely affected by the conflict and in many ways is still deeply divided. So despite responding to the request of the donors I think the project will be extremely important to address the needs of the community as well.
In order to design a project, we first need to understand the dynamics and context of the community. So we needed to do an assessment to find out what is already going on in the community in terms of peacebuilding and work with youth. And I got to go. Seriously you guys, this is exciting stuff. First of all, peacebuilding is something I’m passionate about, and it also got me out of my office, and out of Bujumbura. I found myself leading focus group discussion with teenage girls under a jacaranda tree (prettier than a baobab tree anyway) and talking about what they saw as dividers and causes of conflict in their community, and how were they involved in peacebuilding activities. These girls spoke about how they struggle to have their voices heard in a community that pays very little attention to youth and less to girls. They are smart, articulate, beautiful young women. They are the future of this tiny country and as we sat in the shade in the early morning on the top of a hill I felt privileged to listen to them and hear about their lives. When we were finished we walked over the hill a bit to watch a football game while my colleagues finished their discussion group with some teenage boys in a school room nearby.
Later I had another discussion with a group of girls from the Twa community. They were a little younger than the first group and many of them were not in school. Sitting inside a small house made of mud bricks with a dirt floor, I sometimes had to ask them to repeat themselves because the cow outside was so loud. As the day got hotter it was a relief to sit in the damp coolness of the little house. These girls were shy and not as outspoken, but they had some good ideas.
Now I am back in the office, holding meetings, writing reports and strategizing things. And while it can be frustrating, in its own way it is rewarding too. This is important so that the ‘real’ work in the community can be accomplished. As long as I can get out of the office and talk to people under a tree every once in a while, I think I’ll be just fine.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

There and Back Again

I arrived back in Bujumbura late on Sunday evening after a great weekend away. I loved being back in Kigali where I know where things are and I can get around easily. It was so great to be able to get on a moto, tell them where I wanted to go, and get there. It seems like such a small thing being able to independently navigate a city, but here in Buja I am always needing a driver or a taxi and there is less freedom in that. I am grateful for the people who drive me around, but this past weekend I got to be free for a couple of days.

I also got to enjoy spending time with people I love. After a 6 hour bus ride and only minimal confusion at the border I arrived in Kigali at about 4pm. I had to buy a new SIM card since my Burundi one didn't work and I stopped in town at Bourbon for some tree tomato juice (so good!) and then headed over to the Kamari house. I had dinner Friday night with Jen and the kids, along with two other visitors. Jen and I didn't get to chat as much this weekend, but I'll go back soon and we can catch up then. Jen's kids are growing up quickly and I spent some time on Saturday afternoon reading stories to the youngest two. I read for more than an hour and started to loose my voice by the end of it. I also had a really good chat with Serge during lunch on Sunday. And of course I got to hang out with Mike and Anne. Mike and I had both traveled to Africa separately, he to Zimbabwe and I to South Africa, before we both came to Rwanda together in 2007. We are cousins but we are also good friends as well and it has been nice to have someone else in my family nearly as crazy as I am. We have both been back to Rwanda since that trip, separately, but this was the first time we were both there again at the same time, and this time with Anne. I wish we could have spent longer together, and I was a little jealous of their time spent at the refugee camp, but it was great just to sit together by the pool at Novatel having a drink together. Family is great.

Saturday morning I got to sleep in until 8:30. Bliss. Those of you who know me understand that I am not a morning person, but when you have to be at the office for 7:30 in the morning you have to at least pretend to be. I'm still working on that! I spent most of saturday hanging out in the city because Mike and Anne got a flat tire coming back from Kibuye. I had coffee, went to the bank, had a pedicure, had more coffee... it was lovely. Saturday evening I joined the team that Mike and Anne were with for dinner at Sole Luna, an italian restaurant, and enjoyed the view of Kigali from the hill.

Sunday I went to church at Eglise Vivante with the team. I got to see Dorah and Herve and Mama Deborah, all people I love and can't wait to see again. Next time I go to Kigali I will have to make plans to see them more. In the afternoon we took the team to the memorials. I have been to these countless times but they never stop affecting me. I don't often look at Rwanda in the context of the genocide anymore - I know too much of it's resurrection to focus on that horrible time of death, but it is important to stop and remember. It is important that people understand what happened and to see and feel and smell it. The memorials in Nyamata and Ntarama have an eery quality to them, as if you can still smell the blood in the ground.

I used to work in Nyamata when I worked there with World Vision. Driving through on the bus into Kigali and again to the memorial I was struck by how much had changed. There is a new market, new buildings, new street lights, a bank with an atm and more paved roads. It has grown and it is cleaner and nicer looking. I wondered how much of it was cosmetic and how many of the poor people we worked with were actually doing better as well.

Instead of taking the bus back to Buja I flew. It was worth the money to have the extra time with Mike and Anne. Now I am back in Buja and work is getting busy. We are working on a new job description for me and I have lots going on. Yesterday as I was about to leave the office I got word that I was supposed to go to the field in the morning and would be staying there for three days. Surprise! So I am in the office this morning getting ready to go. I'm looking forward to getting out of my office and away from my desk, working with actual people in actual communities where we are trying to help. We'll be working on a bit of an assessment and preparation for a proposal we're working on. Much more exciting than working on reports and answering emails at my desk! I hope to have some pictures and stories to post when I get back.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Kigali bound

I am just about to leave to catch a bus to Kigali. The bus ride will be at least 6 hours, but I am so excited for the end of it. I feel a little like I'm going home for the weekend. I get to spend the next couple of days with friends and family, real and adopted, in a city and country I love. I'm looking forward to relaxing, having tea with Jen and catching up with the Kamari's. I hope to see Dorah at some point too. I am also looking forward to spending time with my cousin Mike and his wife Anne. They are in Kigali at the moment on a Mission's Trip, which is what first brought me to Rwanda 5 years ago. I can't wait to be with family!

Monday, July 09, 2012

In Rememberance


In some ways it really is a small world, but when your family is thousands of kilometers away and something sad happens, the world seems achingly huge. My grandfather died this weekend.

He was diagnosed with cancer a year and a half ago but went into remission and had been doing better. Recently he had started getting worse again, with a series of infections and having a lot of pain in his back. The cancer was back. He was admitted into hospice only about a week ago, and this weekend he passed away. We celebrated my Dad’s 60th birthday the last weekend I was home in Canada, and my grandpa was well enough to come. It was cold and rainy so he sat inside near the patio door with a blanket and held court while people came to visit with him. It was a really good day.

My sister sent me a text message today at 4am (I don’t think she was thinking about the time difference, or that I use my phone as an alarm) telling me that she is going to say something at the funeral on Wednesday, and was there anything I wanted her to say on my behalf.
So, I've been thinking about him, and about what I would say if I were there. I'm really not sure. I've been thinking about how I'm glad I got to go visit with him after my dentist appointment in June. My dentist is in the same small town where he lived. I also think about when I hugged him goodbye at dad's birthday party. He held on longer and squeezed tighter than normal. I told him I would come see him when I was home in September.

I've also been thinking a lot about his hands. I remember as a kid thinking he had big, strong hands. He had an electrician's hands; a carpenter's hands; a gardener's hands. I have memories of holding his hand as a child. I remember taking his hand at my Aunt Rhonda's funeral. I think about how he squeezed my hand tight when he arrived at dad's birthday party just before I left to come here to Burundi.

I don't know what I would say if I were able to be there. I've been thinking about how much he loved, how much he was loved. And I've been thinking about how full of joy he must be right now, in heaven with Grandma and Beulah and Aunt Rhonda. With Jesus, where there is no more pain and no more cancer, where his hands are once again strong and he is whole. And as I think about that, I am still sad, but I am also comforted and at peace.

Because cancer has not won, death is not the victor. Love has won, through the blood of Christ. Jesus is the victor. So while he will be missed, he is not lost. He is safe in the arms of our Saviour, held in the hands of another Carpenter. And although I am another world away and can’t be with my family, I am also safe and at peace in the arms of my Saviour. All of a sudden the size of the world does not seem to matter as much as the size of my God and the strength of his arms.