Kwisanga: feel free, feel at home, you are welcome - here on Gahinga.
Author: elisabethsweet
fencework
Gum tree wood in rows tied with eucalyptus bark - village ripe with farms.
Mt. Karisimbi
Trekking the tracked trail steep climb to meet the Susa, Fossey's family. Three great silverbacks, two babies born weeks before mother's nurse their young. Silver green gum leaves like the lava rock path through potato and sweet corn farms.
bricking
Baking in hot sun, building blocks of building blocks - homemade home making.
important safety tip
Drink water when you climb Rwanda’s tallest gorilla palace.
more than a drive
Sleek coated goats graze roadside, women balance bounties atop their heads ~ strong necks carry bananas, sticks, and woven baskets. Roots writhe and wrap through red rocks, a mountain carved for modern passage. School children walk home for lunch, uphill and uplifted, by the looks of their smiles and waves. Perfumed air: stunning notes of … Continue reading more than a drive
more than a drive
Sleek coated goats graze roadside,women balance bounties atop their heads ~strong necks carry bananas, sticks, and woven baskets.Roots writhe and wrap through red rocks,a mountain carved for modern passage.School children walk home for lunch,uphill and uplifted, by the looks of their smiles and waves. Perfumed air: stunning notes of wet clay, embers, ripe banana, and … Continue reading more than a drive
a genocide of generations
Divisions decided by some external hand,granted galeforce destruction by brutal demand.Morality absconded, humanity’s cruel abandonfor the fulfillment of some ideological cannon.“The final solution” only finalizes the demise of the preacher,yet why does history recycle this vicious mask of the reaper?2 million dead.300,000 orphaned.100 days. 259,000 buried in3 mass graves in Kigali alone.Children — their lives … Continue reading a genocide of generations
a flight, a feeling
To enjoy a joy unfolding and shed the analytical holdingthat binds our minds to pattern-seekingand making meanings ofsmoothed and sparkling stones.To be elated by the moment,without the beckonof becoming someone on the horizon,a vision as opaque and hazyas window grit, deniesthe luscious warmth of clarity.Flow into being.
a new unknown
The trip of a lifetime in honor of the captainwho mustered the crew and resigned. Not from defeat but from dutyto some unopposable divine.That same random rulerdelays the queen’s arrival,another crisis-clotted convergence ~ yet the ship adapts before rivers collapseto release them from hellish penance. Her majesty’s maidens embark.
Species of Value 