Well I guess it’s about time that I post about my weekend at the farm. Yepp, I finally got to live out my childhood dream and become a farmer. First thing I learned, I’m not cut out for Rwandan farm life. Reason #1: squatty potty.
You haven't lived until you've peed in a whole. But really it wasn't that bad; in fact it was really awesome to see what the staff at Procom (GoEd’s partner organization) is doing. They’re an NGO (non-government organization) that is focused on agricultural training for Rwandan farmers. Super cool stuff.
Here’s some of the farm and equipment
So the last Saturday of every month is Umuganda. What’s that you ask? It’s like community service day for all Rwandans and we happened to be at the farm on this day. So we took a nice walk down to the village and helped out. After a bit of confusion (and some Macarena) we headed to weed a garden. 17 Muzungus (what the Rwandans call us, it means “white person”) and who knows how many little kids got to “work” weeding. And when I say “working” I mean I had competitions with the kids around me to see who could weed the fastest. To stop me from winning they’d hand all their weeds to me after they picked them.
Not fair
In all seriousness though these kids were amazing. They were so loving even though we couldn’t really communicate. One girl, Monica, latched on to me. Wherever I went so did Monica, she was the sweetest girl ever, she even walked me back to the farm holding my hand the entire way. 1 John 3:18 says, “Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.” Bam, that’s Monica right there. No words, just action. I want to love like that; like a child, and like Jesus who not only showed us his love but told us too.
Walking back to the farm, that’s Monica on the far right in the orange shirt
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