Mwezi hates me.

Warning/Disclaimer: This is just me complaining... a lot.

My village hates me! It was dry all day the day before and all day the day I was getting back until an hour before I arrived and a huge thunderstorm rolled in. I had a large bag with me from my vacation, so I knew that I wouldn’t be able to carry it up the hill if the moto stopped at the bottom. I tried to call a friend to see if I could stay at their place for the night and go home tomorrow morning when it was dry, but they weren’t at home. So, I waited in the town on the road for about half hour for the rain to let up, but realized it wasn’t going to, so I got on the moto. It was raining really hard by the time we got to Mwezi, so the driver stopped at the bottom by the market, about ½ or ¾ kilometer from my house. We went into a small shack with no electricity and by this time it was really dark, so I was sitting in a shack in the dark with everyone talking about me for another 20 or so minutes. Then the driver told me that I could get someone to help me carry my bag, but I’d have to pay him 300 francs. So, a boy came in and took my bag and two of them carried the big one. It was still pouring down rain, the sunlight was almost gone and there was lightning and thunder. I had to take my shoes off halfway because they turned into 5-inch platforms weighing a kilo each due to the immense amount of mud that accumulated on the bottom. Then by the parish, I slipped off the path and fell to my knees, covering my pants in mud. When I got home I gave the 3 boys 100 each and two hershey’s kisses, then jumped in a cold shower to wash the mud off and scrubbed the mud from my pants. Later that night I realized that in the debacle of getting home I lost the 5000 francs of airtime I bought on my way home. After all the crap that happened in SA with my wallet getting stolen and my flight getting cancelled, I just was fed up with saying “oh well, stuff happens”. I want to yell “what the H?! Why me?! Its not fair!”

Then the next night the gas ran out in the middle of my cooking dinner and the nuns were praying, so I couldn't go over to use their stove for an hour.

I knew I should've staying in Kigali.