Something was immediately different in Rwanda. Uncomfortable even. I thought it might be the lingering stench of their genocide. It’s what all of us think of—first thing—when we think of Rwanda, right?
But no. That wasn’t it.
Then what was it?
It took me a few days to realise that the thing I was bristling against… the thing that got my romance with Rwanda off to a very rocky start… was her dedication to obedience and her straight-faced insistence on following the letter of the law. In all countries previously, I could get away with whatever I wanted to; talk my way out of anything with a smile of white teeth and a few local words.
Not here. Rwanda is as compliant as she is un-plastic’d. As dutiful as she is emotionally prosperous.
And that, in addition to these next 41 things, is just one of the reasons that I love her.