Last time I came back to the States from Rwanda, I had some serious separation anxiety, and I spent a lot of time just putting “Rwanda” into different searches. Google, blogs, Amazon… The latter led me to my favorite article of clothing, a powder-blue t-shirt that says, in retro font, “I left my heart in Rwanda.”
I brought it here, and sometimes, if I’m not thinking about trying to look as classy as everyone else in Kigali does, I wear out out of the house. Today, when I wore it to lunch at a little place just up the road, a woman stopped abruptly in front of me, smiled a massive smile and said, “Don’t worry. It’s well taken care of.”
