My Life on a Rwandan University Campus: Lecturer Style

I must confess to you that when I found out that my placement was 2.5 hours outside of the capital city, Kigali, I was devastated. But when I arrived in Rwanda and told different people I would be living in Gisenyi, everyone told me how lucky I was. Seven months into my grant period here, I truly have come to know and love my small town on the border of Congo. The energy, the vibrant colors, the imam’s sounds from the town mosque, the stunning view of Lake Kivu just outside my door, the sounds of the students from my window passing by, the avocado-bearing tree that drops its fruits in the dead of the night on the roof of my house. I truly lucked out.

The last time I lived on a college campus was in 2010, the year I graduated. When I arrived to Rwanda Tourism University College, my host institution for my nine months as a Fulbright English Teaching Assistant, I had low expectations (a skill you have to develop when travelling).  I knew that I would be provided a house on the campus, furnished with the few amenities, I needed. So I was really just showing up as Bintu, and with all of my many clothes and shoes and bintunecessities in three suitcases, a hand luggage, and an oversized personal item.

I was ushered to a cute little house on the campus just behind the main lecture hall and administrative offices and attached to the boys hostel behind me. They couldn’t have created a more comfortable home for me. As it is my first time living alone, I needed something cozy, and I was given just that. The home has almost a grandmother’s feel and everyone who visits catches that vibe.  It’s like a studio house, made for one single lady like me or a couple who doesn’t need to be separated my much space ;) It’s a one bedroom, decently sized room with a bathroom attached.

I have a big sink, which believe me is a big deal when you are washing fufu pots. A refrigerator that didn’t work for the first months, although the top freezer part functions readily. And the same refrigerator doesn’t work again. No microwave, which I don’t find myself missing either; I have found creative ways to reheat food. But also going to the market and thinking of what I can finesse on the stove with limited ingredients is fun too.

The fact that I live on campus means I need less than five minutes to get to class. This also means that students are always knocking on my door. Most times they are just stopping by to say hi. Other times, they are coming to ask questions. During exam time they are coming to file their complaints about discrepancies and beg for pardons on zeros assigned when caught cheating. Overall, living on campus as their lecturer allows for integration into the school community. I really have made a home here and always feel that sense of comfort when I walk back on the campus.  I usually leave my windows and front door open to catch the nice breeze, but mostly to invite positive energy into my home and make my students feel welcome. This is not a requirement, but as I am here on a cultural exchange, one thing I want to share is my openness.   

my awesome first year students came to say Hi after their evening class

ran into my Hotel and Restaurant Management students on my back home from town

Lights are out by 10, not sure if that’s a rule or if every student on this campus closes their eyes at 10 pm. That’s when the gate closes and students are not allowed to leave or enter after that time. I am an exception.

Campus life is still fun, even from a Lecturer’s perspective. Stay tuned.

Adios, Panama and Muraho, Rwanda!

From feisty Panama in Central America to soothing green hills in Rwanda, East Africa, I welcome you once again to Bee’s Backseat. Or should I say 'Muraho," which means 'hello' in Kinyarwanda. Less than three months ago I hauled my two overweight suitcases and hoped that my oversized carry-on and way-too-big personal item would fly. Pun intended ;) I was moving all of my stuff back to my hometown, the DMV, but I was also headed to a very important orientation in Washington DC. This year, I was awarded a J. William Fulbright grant to teach English in Rwanda. It is no secret how I feel about Africa, education, youth development, language and cross-cultural exchange, so you must know already that I am still trying to grasp how big of a blessing and dream come true this is for me.  Because writing is more than a hobby, because I can’t wait to paint this picture through my words, and because I couldn’t imagine taking anyone else on this journey, I invite you to come along on this ride. This time, we are journeying through a small country nestled in East Africa with lush greenness overflowing. I can’t wait to pour out my experiences in Rwanda, onto my keyboard, and to deliver the goodness of this blessing unto your browsers where ever you are. I have made a pact with myself to journal more and blog at the same time. This is bigger than me now J Mama, I’m a Fulbrighter!

 

the best thing ever! vinaigrette filled avocado was simply the best thing ever. i dipped my fries in it, although the fries were not pictured! beef brochettes are yummy here. (roast beef, suya, kabob. you pick your name!)

peace

this is Rwanda.

a typical lunch. more to come on food! for now the basics: stewed meat, some type of greens, and green plantains.

standing somewhere in between Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of Congo :) pretty cool being in between two countries!

these women are walking across the border to buy and sell goods. My new home is a business/trading area!

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