Through the Bus Window : A Photo Essay



My understanding of Rwanda was primarily formed through a foggy mini-bus window, as my study-tour snaked its way through the country. We were laden down with heavy books and lectures about the 1994 genocide and the current political situation, but these shed little light on the reality of everyday Rwandan life. The windows of the minibus gave me a glimpse into this reality, and while it did not capture the overcrowding, the agrarian subsistence or the scars of the past, it did shed light on the actual geography of the nation and the role the scenery had to play in the nation’s history. This can be seen particularly through Rwanda’s thousand hills which are dotted with the homes of both Tutsis and Hutus, who live and work side by side every day put aside these grievances for the good of the country. The poverty is bleak, but the perfect climate…

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