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Last week in Kinyarwanda class, we learned to talk about our families. This was an extensive and sometimes confusing lesson; the words used to describe an older sibling of the same gender are different from that of a younger, both of which are not the same word used for a sibling of the opposite gender. Does that make sense? Because I’m still trying to figure it out and get the words straight.
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Today I learned how to cut cabbage. Except I thought I already knew how to cut cabbage. In fact, I’ve done it many times. But today I sat through an extensive lesson from my host mother and younger host sister, Fiona, as they detailed the finer points of the process, all the while enduring giggles from my other siblings at my apparent blunders.
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“Buhoro, buhoro!” my host mother shouts as I hurry through the spotless dining room of my new home in Rwanda. I have half a piece of bread hanging from my mouth, my weighty backpack slung at an odd angle across one shoulder, my phone in one hand, and a cup of tea swaying in the other. To your average American, this might look like a fairly standard morning routine, but my host mother looks utterly confused and mildly concerned as she watches the hectic foreigner tear through the room. Continue reading “Learning to Slow Down”