My forgetfulness strikes again

The rain has returned. First rain was last Sunday. Felt a few drops while getting my bus ticket back to Butare, thought something pooped on me. There have been ‘teaser’ clouds for a while, but no rain, so when I saw the clouds that morning, I didn’t think it’d actually rain. That night during the blackout, it started raining, not very hard and not for very long, but enough that the dust was a bit diminished the next morning. Also, when I got on the bus, I was sitting in a double seat with my bag next to me, because I was just going to wait for the bus to fill up before moving it to my lap, and I heard this guy say in Kinyarwanda when he got on the bus that he was going to sit next to the white girl and practice his English. There were a million empty seats on the bus, so I was a little annoyed and I was tired from the weekend, so I did not want to be chatting the whole two hours with some random guy. He sat down and asked me a few questions, which I answered, then he said something about us talking and I said “no, I’m very tired” and he asked, “so, we’re going to sit the whole two hours not speaking?” and I just said “yes.” I’m a bit mean, but I just wasn’t in the mood for a conversation with someone I don’t know and who doesn’t speak English well. It’s tiring always trying to figure out what they’re saying and how to phrase your sentences in a way that they’d be able to understand. So, we didn’t speak and I think he was actually pretty mad at me. I thought about at one point turning and talking to him, but didn’t want to start a long convo and by the time I actually wanted to, it was too late to bring up again something he said an hour ago.