|Reading a poem|
My job was to work “protocol” which required me to dress like a traditional Rwandan woman, greet our guests, show them their seats, and take care of anything they might need. I was also the primary person in charge of any muzungu guests (white people). It was a beautiful day and although I could not understand many of the speeches, the general atmosphere was one of celebration, peace, and happiness.
|Rwandese for the day!|
|Sharing food and Fanta at the end!|
For more information about the event, see the article published in the Sunday Times.