Late for work one early morning I hop on a moto taxi, the driver turns his head, gives me an endearing smile with his big coffee bean brown eyes and salutes: “Happy New Year, My Mother” Continue reading And what ARE we doing in Rwanda?
Late for work one early morning I hop on a moto taxi, the driver turns his head, gives me an endearing smile with his big coffee bean brown eyes and salutes: “Happy New Year, My Mother” Continue reading And what ARE we doing in Rwanda?