I have decided that bein a celebrity would not be enjoyable. Ever where you go, people talking about you. Pointing at you. Talking to you and expecting an answer. Even when you are clearly reading. Or eating. Or in a conversation. Children running after you...
Well that part isn't so bad. All of a sudden a hand grabs yours or a child is hugging your legs.
We walk down a dirt road to one of the schools. And children just come out of the woodwork. Ten of them ran up to Kerry and I and walked us to the bus stop. Their parents don't stop them and some of these children are barely speaking kinyarwanda let alone English or French but they are adorable. And 90% of the time an advantage to my new found celebrity...
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