Setting the Tone: On Teaching My First Course in Rwanda

The American girl in me was antsy because I certainly did not want to make a bad impression by being late on my first day. My director wanted to personally introduce me to the class I would be teaching.  When we finally arrived, some of the class was waiting outside while others trickled in one at a time. The Director instructed them to go and get chairs for the classroom so that they could sit. This was new to me and was just a quick reminder that I had to be prepared for things to be a bit different.  Don’t get me wrong---students are students everywhere and are always subject to being hot mess; that doesn’t change. However, there was a new set of challenges presented to me on that day. Even though we had been forewarned of the challenges we might face in the classroom, it doesn’t become real until you enter the classroom. I was ready to enter the battlefield of white dust, also known as chalkboards and chalk, but fortunately, we have whiteboards at my school. We were told that the likelihood of having books to work with was slim to none. Thus, I prepared a lesson plan with tiers in case I needed to escalate or de-escalate depending on their levels. Thankfully, I hit it right on the nose.

While some students missed the customary first day of class speeches, on the second day more showed up of course and when I asked why they were absent, some had the usual college-kid-i-had-a-problem-clears-throat-excuse. Others, and most, had real life excuses, like being chronically sick, or having to take care of a parent, or issues with their passports since many cross the border from Goma town in the neighboring Democratic Republic of Congo. Even though I had planned to be a bit firmer than I usually am because of the closeness in our ages, I had to readjust my approach because of the nature of the challenges.

Not too long into the course, I asked them to write a biographical essay so that I could learn even more about their lives, while gauging their level of writing fluency and assessing what holes we would need to focus on during the course of the module. As my eyes perused their notebooks in the way that teachers do the infamous casual teacher stroll, I read snippets of their essays. No matter what the structure of the sentence was or what grammar lacked, the message was clear: that some of my students were without parents because of a terrible event that many of us only remember because of a film. Even though I studied African politics and conflicts extensively during undergraduate, there is never really any talk or advice that can prepare you for the feeling that engulfs you when you read, in an essay, that it took you 10 seconds to explain, that your students do not have parents because they were tragically killed in 1994. Some referred to the year 1994 that has a clear connotation in this cultural context and others wrote out the word ‘genocide.’ The word is the same in French and English; no matter the grammatical errors, that word and that reality are clear.

I encouraged them to talk, but I also expressed to them that they do not have to share anything they do not wish to share.  In the two weeks, however, they have been open with me and our classroom has the warm embrace of a family at a dinner table. I have looked forward to sharing ideas with them every day and to challenging them to speak even when they are feeling self-conscience about language errors.  We have bonded over lessons, conversations about each other, debates on hot topics, and have laughed at jokes that occur while learning. They are my first class in Rwanda and probably the smallest group I will ever have in a module, so they will always have a special place in my heart. Even more, something about this group made me feel like not only their lecturer, but also, a nurturer, friend, and sister. I can imagine that they see a piece of me in them, as I see a piece of them in me.

Their humble demeanors, shy smiles, eagerness to learn will be etched in my heart.  I am grateful that they let me in and allowed me to impart just an ounce of knowledge on their already brilliant minds. 

Preparing their arguments for a group debate on technology

The boys and their lecturer

One of my three special girls :) #girlpower #powergirls 

:) Business Information Technology Year 2 Students

Outspoken and passionate about everything he does

The next social entrepreneur---more on this later :) #girlpower #powergirls

A leader amongst leaders

Turn to your partner and talk because language is produced and not memorized!

That moment when your point is so critical

When she talks, we ALL listen

The Honorable himself

Because pictures are necessary

Break time and we still want to be together!

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Thoughts for the Ride: 25

i promise that's my inner light. 25 and shinin'

I am so blessed to be me. And I mean that in the most humble Bintu way possible. Lol. No seriously.

I am thankful for so many things as I celebrate my quarter of a century milestone.

Each year, I learn a new thing, new lesson about myself on how to make myself better. Some things I have learned this year (the hard way) are too personal to share on this blog, that all of yall read lol. But among the shareable things, I am learning to let go and really, truly go with a flow.

You see sometimes, we get so caught up in this plan that we have for ourselves, that we do not listen to the omens, signs, answers that are given to us by whatever we believe. And when we set ourselves on a path without truly listening to our inner most thoughts and blessings, we might set ourselves up to miss other opportunities that are presented before us with an even better, cooler, more exciting option for us.

Recently, I had to make a big decision. So big because it would determine where I would spend the next few years of my life, well at least the next year or two.

I felt stressed. Sad. Anxious. Worried. I had to remind myself that it was a blessing to have both options in front me, yet still it wasn't an easy feat.

I prayed. Made a pros and cons list. Prayed. Meditated. Put cold water in a corner after talking over it for guidance from my loved ancestors. Asked my namesake (grandma Bintu Janneh) for her blessing and guidance. And talked to my parents about it. And prayed again. And finally, I listened. I weighed the things that were most important to me.

And with that, I was able to see that the opportunity I had in front of me was exactly what I had asked for at the beginning of this year.

I said somewhere, that all I wanted was a full-time job, one where I could sustain myself, continue to live my lifestyle abroad, and empower girls under a more professional guise. I want to take my passion for girls' empowerment to another level. I want to really use the skills that I know I have in a way that I have never used them before.

can't wait to see this reflection from the other side of the Atlantic :)

So I took a risk. I accepted the full time position to be English as an Additional Language co teacher. The catch, what I am really excited about, is that I am designing a club, just for girls from scratch. This time, internationally. Check me out!

And Godwilling, I will get to travel to the place where my heart has been since 1988, Sierra Leone. There I will visit my grandparents graves, pay my respects, cry a lot. But most importantly, facilitate a workshop or two for the second annual Girls Empowerment Summit in Sierra Leone.

Am I scared? Hell yes? I have absolutely no template for what I am trying to do. Well, sorta, kinda. I have it. In several word documents, but in a figurative sense, I have no template, because I am doing everything I do in a way that only I, Bintu, can do it.

A big risk indeed because my other option was much more planned out. But this---this is truly me.

I am continuing to live out my dreams, even if sometimes I forget what they were, they always come back to me.

So let's keep journeying through Panama, in a few months, I will give you lens from the perspective of girls’ empowerment internationally from two very different countries.

If I might say myself, I am goin' to do the damn thang (Godwilling)

(P.S. I am also working on believing in the value of my work in this new chapter)

Here's to Round 2 of Bee's Backseat in Panama!