The first post is of the small journey I was on today with a friend by the Rusizi River as I finally made my way to Panzi hospital where a large amount of women who have been victims of sexual violence are treated. More on that in a time to come.
For now I want to share the walk with you along this river which stretches from Lake Kivu to Lake Tanganika and which divides the Congo and Rwanda.
I'm not sure how many poetic words I can muster this time around to describe my experience,
I've had a lot on my mind the past week and its been a full day in itself.
I will say this though, I never would have guessed that less than an hours walk outside of the chaos of the city was a place like the one I visited today. I've thought this so many times during my stay here, and today only convinced me more that even on small geographically canvases life is painted with every color here in the Congo.
Each day, if you allow it to be, is so rich, is so full of experience and beauty and pain and breath-taking moments. I'm so thankful to have been able to have known this place for the time I have.
Also, I will say this. There is something about the river that draws such a deep part of me towards it. If I ever disappear, don't worry, you can find me by the water's edge.
To the left is Rwanda, Congo to the right.