Stories about Rwanda

Hi, can you imagine 1,500 boys and girls you're age who have never seen any white children in there lives. Well some of you are probably right and some of you are probably wrong. This is what it's like.

















Well it's like you're a super famous celebrity. They are all touching you and you're hair. Sorry but my mom couldn't get any photos with them touching and pulling my hair. And thats all there is to it!

Today we visited an organization called SHE. They help girls go to school in Africa.



Part of the SHE project works with a banana cooperative, a whole bunch of banana farmers.  There was banana farmer who we visited today. His name was Anastuz. One of his jobs is to make banana tree branches into banana fibers. This is a picture of him.





He lost his pinky and ring finger using this machine to make banana fibers.






Sylvere

Sylvere is a participant of SHE ,the organization mentioned above. Sylvere was 8 years old during the genocide. He told us about how swimming saved his life during the genocide. He and some other boys who had also lost their family put there clothes on their heads and swam to an island to stay safe for the war. Some of you know about me and swimming. Well in Rwanda the times to make the Olympics is slower than the US times, so in college he had a choice either to possibly make the Olympics or learn English. And sadly for me he chose to learn English, but good for him.

My mom says if I was a Rwandan citizen I would have made the Olympics by now. I think that's AMAZINGLY AWESOME!!!





This is a picture of Sylvere.



"Murabeho"

Good-Bye.