Kigali – A city looking forward

There have been three times in my life when what I witnessed in a museum has reduced me to floods of uncontrollable tears. The first time was in the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum in Phnom Penh, which memorializes the crimes of the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia, the second was at the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial in Oswiecim, Poland,…

“Hey Mzungo – Benaco!”

Standing nervously at a pitch black deserted but somehow rammed Sub-Saharan bus station at 4.30 in the morning clutching a scrap of paper, I ask myself why have I decided to put myself through this, especially as this will be my only independent holiday of the year. And at this moment in time, I cannot…