Rwanda In Wilkes-Barre

I have living with me an educator from Rwanda. He didn’t really plan on moving here; it was more like he escaped before the other tribe hacked him to death. They’re having some tribal warfare over there and the two are bent on destroying each other. Only one will be left, one person, and he will consider his tribe the winner. I guess.

This fellow teaches African Studies and, among other things, mentioned that he lives just three degrees south of the Equator. That means the sun comes up at 6:00am and sets at 6:00pm; up in the east and down in the west. It does not vary in time or direction by season, as you will find up here (or down there, if you are in South America).

Rwanda is this little bit of a country, somewhat to the west of Lake Victoria. That is the place where anthropologists have wondered if human life began. That would make, ha ha, all those white supremacists choke: we are all Africans in our origin. God’s little joke on those filled with hatred for people of dark color.

Uganda is just above it, where crazy Idi Amin ruled and ruined for far too long. I think he’s under the protection of another such, Mohmmar Qadaffi. Kenya is east of Uganda (northeast of Rwanda); when things get hot in either place, people slip across the border until it’s safe to return home. Or, at least, safer.

I’ve lived with people from all those countries, except Libya; we have it so good here and don’t appreciate our real safety and conveniences.