Saturday, January 31, 2015

Classrooms and Labs!

Classrooms and labs, loud boiling test tubes, sing to the Lord a new song!
Athlete and band, loud cheering people, sing to the Lord a new song! 
He has done marvelous things.  I, too, will praise Him with a new song!
- "Earth and All Stars" by St. Olaf Cantorei


In the mornings, as the evening’s fog lifts itself from the hills, the streets of Rwamagana are filled with hundreds of children once again.  Uniform clad and notebooks in hand, they chat excitedly with their friends and shout “Good morning! How are you?” as I pass.  But who am I looking for? I’m looking for the ones in the crisp white shirts, sharp khaki pants, and green neckties.  They are mine.  And I am theirs.  Rwamagana Lutheran School feels as it should once again.  The dormitories are full and campus is no longer quiet. 

After a three month holiday, last Monday marked the start of the new school year across Rwanda.  And excuse my cheesiness as I allude to the rather situationally appropriate hymn above, but we are most certainly “singing a new song” this year at Rwamagana Lutheran School.   Our song this year will include labs and loud boiling test tubes, many new students, and our first class of graduating seniors.  The notes of this year’s song started falling in place long before our first day of school.  When I arrived last September, the construction of our school’s laboratory was well underway.  Slowly, it began looking more and more lab-like as it acquired black boards, desks, sinks, and a fume hood.  Then all of our new science equipment arrived; it was like Christmas morning for a scientist.  We got calorimeters and galvanometers and periscopes and resistors.  We got beakers and flasks and test tubes and burners.  As the school’s laboratory assistant, my time had come.  I got to work labeling, sorting, and inventorying.  I arranged the furniture and then rearranged it again, trying to get the perfect scientific feng shui.

Once everything was just so, our visitors arrived.  (And by this, I mean we were actually still frantically trying to get everything in place and our visitors graciously chipped in to help with our last minute dusting, sweeping, and scrubbing.)  These American visitors had made the journey to Rwamagana for the dedication of our newest buildings, including the laboratory, a cafeteria, and a dormitory.  Among these guests of honor were both the donors of our laboratory building and all of our science equipment.  Community members and students returned to campus to celebrate the dedication.

I knew it was going to be a memorable day marking the beginning of something exciting at our school but when the day came it struck me as something deeper than that.  The morning was filled with worship, prayer, and speeches.  Choirs and a traditional dance troupe performed.  When the donors spoke, telling of their connection to the school and their hopes for its future, I was taken with emotion in a way that I hadn't expected.  I was overwhelmed with gratitude for these gifts that our school had been given.

As the school year begins and I work with the science teachers to create a more hands-on science curriculum, I hope to get more kids hooked on science.  But as much as I would love to uncover some untapped affinity for genetics or stoichiometry or anatomy, the reality of this lab means so much more than preparing future doctors or engineers.  This lab and the equipment that fills it tell our students that we believe in them.  It sends the message that they are worth it and that they can be whatever they want to be, whether that is a physicist or novelist.  And that’s a song worth singing.

The grand opening of the lab with the bishop of the 
Lutheran Church of Rwanda and the mayor of Rwamagana.

The periodic table, drawn by one of our students, 
was the finishing touch to the chemistry lab.

Traditional Rwandan dancers really got the celebration going.

Ester, one of our students, leading her church's 
choir at the dedication service.

Ignace, another student, inscribes the initials of the 
three wise men above the door, a tradition dating 
back to the middle ages.

The school's founder, Robin, and I show off some of the new equipment.

Three of our teacher's preparing lessons during teaching workshops.

If you would like to learn more about the excitement at Rwamagana Lutheran School, visit RwandaSchoolProject.org or visit the school's Facebook page.



Sunday, January 4, 2015

There's No Place Like... Burundi for the Holidays

Lake Tanganyika, Bujumbura, Burundi

The past few weeks have been filled with small adventures and holiday celebrations.  I continue to be amazed at the beauty of this land, the hospitality of my neighbors, and the support of my friends.  It's hard to be away from home during the holidays.  There have been some hard days as I have been both sick and homesick at times.  But as 2014 drew to a close, I couldn't help but marvel at the blessings the year has brought and I look forward to what this coming year will bring.  So I wish you umwaka mushya mwiza (a good new year) as they say here.  And I hope you enjoy some more snapshots from Rwanda... and Burundi.

A few weeks before Christmas I had the chance to visit my friend and fellow YAGM, Luke, and his host father, Pastor Martin, at his home in the village of Rukira.  Getting myself there was an adventure in itself.  After two buses and a motorcycle ride I ended up at Pastor Marta's church, NOT Pastor Martin's church. (Something was lost in translation.)  But with the gracious guidance of Pastor Marta and the people of the Pentecostal church, I was soon on the back of another motorcycle bound for Luke and Pastor Martin.  Luke teaches English to a jubilant bunch of preschoolers who absolutely adore him.  It was fun to see them show off the English songs and rhymes he has taught them.

Luke's kiddos

Their favorite activity? Chasing Luke

Christmas reunited me once again with my YAGM family in Kigali.  The Lutheran church in Kigali offers regular English services and they invited the six of us and our country coordinator, Pastor Kate, to lead the English services on Christmas.  It was such a treat to sing our favorite familiar carols together and to share some of our Christmas traditions with the people at church.  The best part of the night (and one of my favorite Christmas traditions) was the lighting of candles and singing "Silent Night." It was a holy night indeed!

At Christmas Eve service in Kigali

With a few days of a free time on our hands between Christmas and New Years, the six of decided to explore one of our neighboring countries.  We headed south to Burundi's capital city of Bujumbura and spent a day swimming at Lake Tanganyika.  It was fun to see the different kind of hustle and bustle of another African country.  The people where impressed when we spoke Kinyrwanda as it is very similar to their native language, Kirundi. They would exclaim, "Oh, you speak Kirundi!" And we would answer with a confident, "Yego! Yes!"

The water was great but beware of hippos.

Sunset over Lake Tanganyika

New Year's in Rwanda is celebrated with worship.  My landlord and his family invited me to share in their celebration.  We ate brochettes (sticks of grilled goat meat), ibitoke (cooked green bananas), and fresh papaya.  In the morning we joined hundreds of others at the Catholic church for New Year's Day mass.

The Catholic church in Rwamagana

Now things are falling back into their normal routine as the holidays draw to a close.  (Although most days my "normal routine" still doesn't feel at all normal or routine.)  I enjoyed seeing familiar faces again at church this morning.  I am beginning to learn the songs well enough that I find myself singing them the rest of the day.  As I write this, I can hear through my open window that the little boy next door has the same hymn stuck in his head as I do!

Some of our choir members

And in case you were wondering what my favorite snack is here in Rwanda - because I'm sure that is exactly what you were all wondering - I thought I better include a picture of that too.  There is nothing better than a cold glass of ikivuguto (a fermented, yogurty milk drink), chapati (a fried flat bread), and fresh mangoes.  Birayoshye! Delicious!