The school year is officially over! My teaching responsibilities for the year are done and I'm celebrating by doing nothing! I'm catching up on things that I've put off, laundry, reading, cleaning etc. I'm enjoying my free time but I'm making a conscious effort to find things to keep myself busy to avoid a downward spiral of boredom, leading to excessive homesickness, guilt, frustration, and a case of the blues. I'm giving myself the weekend though to just enjoy. :)
It's not only me who is happy the school year is finished; I attended 4 different parties the last week to celebrate. Three of them were student organized, which I was quite impressed with and Friday we had a party for the staff and teachers at school.
The celebrations I've attended here in Rwanda, no matter what the occasion, are all fairly similar. They've all started the same way; late. This ranges from 1 hour to about 3 hours after the scheduled start time. Even the wedding I attended was off schedule by 2 hours, just imagine if that happened in the States! This doesn't really faze anyone else but for some reason I have it in my head that the one time I decided to show up late the darn thing will actually start on time, so usually I end up being the first one there. Once the guests arrive people don't stand around and mingle, they sit. There are chairs for everyone, usually arranged around the perimeter of the room, with a head table in the front and everyone waits for the "program" to begin. There are some hushed conversations between a few people but often everyone sits in silence. When the host comes and welcomes the guests the party has officially begun. This usually means food and drinks but most importantly, speeches. Rwandans LOVE to give speeches and it's not just a quick word, but a long-winded, never ending speech, that even with my limited Kinyarwanda, know is just saying the same thing over and over again.
If I'm lucky there is some other form of entertainment provided. At the students' parties they had music and dancing, skits and even a rap. It was a lot of fun to see their creative side, which they rarely have the opportunity to express. The food varies, two of the student groups provided cake (don't picture a beautifully decorated sheet cake with icing an inch think, here we have dry, little muffin shaped cakes, almost like corn cake but not nearly as good) and soda. The Senior 3 students actually collected money and cooked a full meal for the teachers and also invited their family's to come and celebrate. They planned, went to the market, cooked and served it all themselves. For the teacher party Friday, they bought a goat and hired someone to come and cook brochettes, (grilled skewers of meat) and roasted plantains. Before I came here I had never had goat but now it's pretty much the only kind of meat I eat. It’s similar to beef, the only problem is that they cook and eat ALL of the goat. Which means when you go to a restaurant you have to be sure to order meat only or you may end up with intestine, liver, kidney, etc. you just never know.
To drink there is always soda and sometimes beer. Everything here comes in glass bottles that are returned and refilled. For soda you can choose from Fanta (orange or citron), Coke and sometimes Sprite or tonic water; there is never anything diet. There are 3 Rwandan beers which are most common, Skol, Mutzig and Primus, which come in huge bottles. Here it’s very important that one’s bottle is never empty. The second I finish (or sometimes even before) someone is opening another bottle. The problem is, I tend to drink quickly (especially when I listening to speeches in a language I don’t understand) so I could easily be served 4 or 5 sodas in a single sitting if I allowed it. I’ve learned quickly to drink slower though, because people seem personally pained when I refuse to drink my third or fourth soda because my blood sugar is already so high I can’t keep my hands from shaking.
If it’s a party where kids are invited, they are usually rounded up and seated on a mat on the floor. Someone prepares a large platter of food and places it in the middle of the mat, which they all dig into with their hands. I’ve also been at parties where I was served food this way as well; every table is given a platter we share and eat from. Everyone washes their hands first, as someone with a basin, pitcher of water and soap, walks around to each person.
Once all the food, drinks and speeches are finished everyone heads home. In general, I’d say parties here are more formal and subdued. There is a mentality here that in order to be legitimate one needs to be serious. To me, it seems as though their celebrations are a way to show they have standards, that they may live in a rural African village but are still educated and civilized.
Here are some pictures from the parties. Enjoy!
| Enjoying Fanta and cake |
| Senior 3 students performing a skit |
| Grilling brochettes |
| My colleague Providence and her daughter Umutesi |
All my love!
Annie
P.S. Happy Halloween to everyone! Send me pictures!