Bukavu Moments
Rwanda landscape |
As
it is a routine, in Lavigerie Formation House-Jinja (first cycle), third year
students go to Congo to learn and practice French. It was my happiest moment and
first time to go to French speaking country. The journey started well as we departed
from Kampala-Uganda at mid-night. It was a very long voyage that I have never
done, especially by road. We passed via Rwanda, where I was impressed and I confirmed
the hearsays that it is the cleanest country in East Africa and if I can say
even in African, I would not have been mistaken. Kigali, the capital city of
Rwanda, is the cleanest; surpassing the confines compared to other cities in
East Africa such as Jinja. The roads in Rwanda, especially the one we used, are
very smooth and tarmacked. Many passengers faced a problem of vomiting and
tiredness as a result of it being oblique. I real enjoyed the land scape of
Rwanda as the road passes through the forest; the time I counted to pass
through that forest was forty five minutes. Immediately after this good
experienced, we arrived at the boarder of Rwanda and Congo called “Le Bureau de Bukavu Frontier”. We had
already arrived at our destination; that is “Le Formation Centre de Ruazizi”. We were warmly welcomed that day and
it was my first time to eat “sombe” (cassava
leaves).
During family visitation |
Life
started at high note of learning French and practicing it by encountering new
people. The slogan there was “Papa yooo”. The environment there is splendid; the house
is located near Lake Kivu, where we could feel the fresh breezes every time. As
swimming is my best hobby and even to some of my fellows, we really enjoyed
playing in water like fish. As we were swimming, we used say a catchphrase that,
“Man of God plays only with water on the
basin,” meaning we need to be careful in order not to drown. We encountered
some of the primary pupils who really challenged us in French; these boys were
called “petit” which means there were
younger than us. Mass and prayers were in French. The people of Bukavu were
really generous. We had a lot of “rendez-vous” meaning appointments that
included visiting different families. After all these good experiences, we had
to leave the country and come back to Uganda and continue with our studies of
philosophy. Bukavu is a nice place to be, the presence of the
other is a reality there; I wished to burn my passport so that I might
remain in that place, but all in all, good experiences stick in man’s mind
forever.
Imbusi Collins