Tuesday, 18 April 2017

A great Easter.

A massacre in the bedroom. My FB friends will be aware of the trauma we suffered on April 11th.  I bought a large box of red to see us through our rest week, Passover and beyond.  But we couldn't open the tab.  Marilyn setto with her penknife, I could see what was going to happen......and it did!



With difficulty and trying not to waste any more, we succeeded in decanting the remaining red wine from the incised back courtesy of a large plastic bowl to catch any drips.


Embarrassing!

Wednesday we bought stuff for Passover, and lamb from the German butcher plus shank bone which was more like a half leg.  We enjoyed lunch at the butcher's cafe, good and cheap!  Then I went to Marcie's to start cooking for the following evening.

Thursday we again went shopping for last minute supplies, had a quick salad at Bourbon in City Tower, then to Marcie's to finish preparing the meal.
We were seven people from the US, Rwanda, UK , Czech Republic, before we began we had to practice the songs: Jubilate, Dayenu and You shall go out with Joy


The service was well received so I´m glad that I prepared it

I stayed at Marcie's so I could attend the Good Friday service at St Etienne at 8.15.  I was a very good service, Manasseh led the music extremely well.  The service was a thanksgiving with uplifting songs, quite different to the more reflective service which I'm used to.

Then an unexpected invite to join folk at Lake Kivu for the evening, so off I went and had a very enjoyable time at the Inzozi Beach Hotel....I must return, it was great.





Then it was back to Marcie's for the night.  WE went to the new mall Kigali Heights for dinner, spicy Thai chicken salad was yummy.  There is a cupcake shop in the mall, also a shop selling all things Italian, especially ice cream....I shall return.



St Etienne decorated for Easter Day, little lights in the drapes, it looked so pretty.

The service was joyful of course, although Thine be the glory was ditched!  Manasseh and I are going to sing it sometime!  Bishop Louis preached what was a difficult sermon for him, with Kwibuka, the time of memorial for the genocide against Tutsis, coinciding with Easter he said it could be hard to think of the hope of the resurrection.  His 3 brothers were butchered, a priest of St Etienne was killed in the church.......but out of the despair and desolation of 1994 Rwanda has risen with the  hope of the resurrection.

Marilyn and I decided we would have a Pina Colada at the Serena to celebrate Easter and make up for no Easter eggs or Hot X Buns.  I got mine....but by the time Marilyn arrived from the English service at the catholic cathedral, she was concerned we would be late for the next appointment so didn't get her tipple.



So off we dashed to Masaka for Easter lunch which Marilyn said was to be at 12.  I doubted this but went along.  Sure enought the sisters are at mass, the priest is a third of the way through his sermon and we left the chapel at 1.30.

Then we had a very nice lunch together and a fair bit of wine and beer was consumed.
I left at 3 so I could attend the Sunday afternoon service which I always enjoy.  The Glory Worship team are so good.  Lots of hugs from everyone, it's so nice.  We are your family said Pastor Maurice.

Back to the community at Kimihurura where supper was on the table, I couldn't at another morsel.

Yesterday, Easter Monday Marilyn and I were all packed ready for our next assignment, she didnt leave until 6 so a late night.  I shall leave for Masaka this afternoon, I'm not sure if I'm to teach tomorrow.  After 2 weeks living out of suitcases I could do with a day to get sorted.  I have enjoyed the break though and it's done both of us a lot of good.

Today all the schools have returned, here at the community there is a kindergarten, the children were very keen to see what I was doing.




So what will the next 3 months bring I wonder.  As usual I've reached the stage where I don't want to leave Rwanda.   Maybe it's time for me to think about a more permanent stay.  

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