Another Dowry....

With such a young population, it is not surprising that so many marriages are happening.  Emmanuel, who has been such a great host, invited me to another dowry event, this time at his home.  A young lady reside with him during university.  As her father is not longer here, Emmanuel acted as the father in the 'negotiations' for the marriage.  He was very eloquent as he 'aruged' with the groom's father.

There is a great deal of humour on the process. Each party pretends that this is a big business negotiation and it is questionable as to the future outcome.  In this case, the wedding would be the next day, and I bet it was pretty assured that the event would occur!  There is fun and laughter in the the speeches as each father argues.



The brother is presenting an obstacle to the groom until he also gets a payment

The dowry is more than just a presentation of valuables from the groom to the bride.  It is about two families committing to being related; it is about their commitment to working together as joint families.  I think that there are parts to these commitments that we have lost in our culture.



The couple drinking Banana wine

There is also a commitment to sharing different forms of beverages.  Guests are served Fanta/Cola/Beer.  Through the ceremony, there is a (editorial note: Disgusting) fermented beer sipped through a straw, a banana wine which was lovely, and wine for the dignitaries. 

I have been so gifted to attend two dowries. 

Emmanuel speaking on behaof of the bride's family.  The power had gone out!

Dancers celebrate the event

Burundi Drummers! Incredible

Watch these drummers at a practice... they are typical Burundi drummers and are awesome!

Welcomed into Homes and Church...

I have  been blessed with invitations now to both Anglican and Roman Catholic Church services.  Having attended the end of mourning ceremony with Emmanuel on my second weekend here, I was looking forward to attending an Anglican service,  Gabriel came  by the house to pick me up at 8 am, and we took a cab to the Cibitoke quarter which is quite  far north in the city.  I had suggested I would be fine walking, however I naively had no idea the distance involved. The church was already busy when we arrived at 8:30.  Gabriel brought me into the sacristy, where I met the priests and was warmly welcomed.  We then caught the conclusion of an infant baptism ceremony before the main service, Holy Communion, began at 9 am.

Anglican Church

The church was completely full.  The congregation was filled with all age groups, a notable difference from Canadian services.  There was an abundance of high school / university age members all of whom were clearly engaged and involved in the church community.

Lots of young people

One of the Choirs

 

There were at least a half a dozen different choirs who sang.  The music raised the roof.  Choirs of university students, women choirs, men choirs, high school student choirs, mixed choirs:  they were spectacular.  The music was uplifting and powerful.  I didn't understand a word of the service or music, but was delighted throughout.   Gabriel encouraged me to take pictures and videos which I will post as soon as the internet is strong enough to do so.

The church is poor in financial means but wealthy in its community and faith.

The Cibitoke neighbourhood is very poor.  The homes are unlike anything one would live in in Canada. People are on the streets, outside their homes, as that is where there is space.  Children litter the streets, and play with homemade soccer balls and roll bike tires with a stick.  They are dressed in the most basic of clothing, but people seem happy.  I felt a bit like the Pied Piper, as dozens of children danced around my feet as we were walking, chanting. ,  ‘Mzugo, , Bonbon!’  Some reached up to hold my hand.  This is a neighbourhood that sees very few white people, and I was a spectacle for the kids.

Walking to Gabriel's home from church

Esther, Gabriel, Yvonne and Didace



Making cassava bread ourside the doorstep



Lunch!

I have learned not to carry much cash and on Sunday I regretted this.  I had expected to walk to church and then return home, but the day unfolded differently.  First, there was the taxi ride, which was a luxury for Gabriel. I would have liked to have Bonbons for the children.  But most surprisingly, Gabriel had arranged for me to join his wife and daughter for lunch at his home.  He lives In the neighbourhood just north of Citiboke, equally poor.  He shared a delicious meal of meat, rice, greens, beans, and bananas in their living room, which was adorned with a poster of Obama and another of the African presidents.



Art on Gabriels walls

  Yvonne, his wife, and Esther, his daughter, both do not speak French or English.  Gabriel's best friend, Didace, who teaches high school English up country in a public school, joined us.  After lunch, we went to Didace’s home down the street where he had visitors there to sing for him and his wife and baby.  After that, we went to a local street bar with the singers, Didace, Yvonne, and Gabriel.  By late afternoon, I took a taxi back to my house with Gabriel and Yvonne who had not seen the BES home.  They returned I their home by bus. This was a day where I was welcomed into the real lives of Burundians, and I felt incredibly honoured.

I regretted that I did not have a small gift for the hospitality shared by Gabriel and his family. What an incredible day!

10 observations walking home on Saturday

I thought I would share some things I observed while walking home this afternoon.
1. A motorcycle drove past me, with a passenger.  The driver was very busy chatting on his cell phone.
2. A minibus, filled with passengers, was moving very slowly at the side of the road.  As I passed by, I realized one young man was pushing the bus from behind.
3. A building with one relatively small tree I front, and otherwise devoid of vegetation, with a sign: Treetop School and Nursery
4. A storefront with the sign ‘Pizza Hut’.  Clearly not the same chain.
5. A man facing a wall, on a Main Street, with a stream of liquid splashing on the wall.
6. On a hedgerow around the Burundi Bureau of Tourism, several articles of clothing laid out to dry after laundering.
7. A young lady wearing a heavy red wool cap and scarf
8. A parade of cars  adorned with bows… A wedding
9. A young man wearing a clearly recycled t-Shirt with the graphic ‘Class of 64’
10. This last one is not for the walk, but at home: the power has come and off about 50 times this evening! Eventually I deduce from Hilliare’s fiddling with power cords, that there is something wrong in this unit.  With most of the lights turned off, it is no longer turning off and on.

Weekend Adventures

It was another weekend filled with new adventures.  Just when I thought it would be very quiet, Emmanuel offered to take me to see the rock that commemorates the meeting of Stanley and Livingstone.   This is south of the city but not too far.  It is, as named, a rock.

Emmanual at the Stanley / Livingston rock

  However it is at the edge of a beautiful inspiring plain, very fertile land, not far off from Lake Tanganyika. Bujumbura is a rapidly expanding city and there are many new 'quarters' (neighbourhoods) being built to house the ever increasing population.  As I looked over the beautiful plain, there are the scars of new roads being built for new residences.

 Emmanuel said that the Belgians had protected the plain but no more.  They admittedly did not have the pressure of exploding population Ina tiny land mass.

After eating another goat kabab, we returned to the city and looked for hippos.  I saw a glimpse of one In the lake but it submerged before I could take a picture.  We returned later I the early evening but they darn animals were not cooperative.  Instead, we ate the little fish that are native to the lake.

These tiny fish were incredibly tasty! Easpceially with the Amstel...

Evening fishing on the lake.

We also drove to the order of DRC.   The road there is atrocious on the Burundi side and is being worked on slowly to bringitto the minimum status required of the Great Lake countries (Rwanda, DRC and Burundi).  The border crossing makes the crossings into Mexico look sophisticated.

Very skinny cows on the road to DRC

There are vendors on the road side, on the Burundi side, shacks which are the immigration and customs offices, and a rackety gate.  Lots of police.  We walked a cross the little creek to the DRC side where Emmanuel introduced me as a Canadian.  The DRC agent asked where my visa was.... Emmanuel suggested later that greasing the palms with a little cash would have worked too!

What surprised me was the buildings and landscape on the DRC side.  They were well constructed, clean, not filled with vendors and landscapes as cared for and maintained.  If we were to run a parallel, Burundi side was Mexico and DRC side was like the United States.

Sunday, we went to the centre of Burundi, to Gitega, to an end of mourning ceremony for Anselme's mother in law, who had passed away.  This involved a Roman Catholic church service with a bit of a memorial! and incredible singing.  It was followed with and short gathering with drinks (Amstel, coke, Fanta) and the donation of envelopes to support the costs of the whole process.   There wasa huge crowd there, and I was the only Mzugo.  (However, there was one other person with vitiligo!).

Sports Day at Jardin Publique

Because it is summer school, BES wants to make sure that students have fun times and not just be in class.  Today, parents dropped off their children at the ‘Jardin Publique’, a large open facility with lawn and basketball courts and rudimentary playground equipment.  The oldest boys did not come; I suspect they attend only to perfect their English and wish for more intensive class time.

About twenty children partook.  We played some of the same games as we play in Canada… my version of Duck Duck Goose (Duck Duck Dinosaur / Duck Duck Airplane / Duck Duck Anything) and the Dragon Train game.  These kids are very competitive and love a good game.

It was hot, and I was thankful for a kiosk that sold Coca… a bargain here at 800 francs (equivalent of about sixty cents).  Ladies were cleaning up, collecting leaves, which you see in the large bags on their heads.

Cleaning leaves a full time job

Spes, one of the teachers, tells me that last year they had 80 students in summer school.  This year it is extremely low, with only 20.  There is still hope that more will come next week.  Public school is just ending today so more may show up. 

The atmosphere as a teacher is much different here.  Lahdia left early to pray (it is Ramadan); Claudine left for her sister’s dowry.  Eric came later to school.  In truth, this is working fine with the overwhelming teacher/student ratio! 

Emmanuel drove me back to the residence. On the way, we were stopped by police as one of the politicians was to drive through and no one can be on the road when that happens.  I snuck a picture as we were stopped before Emmanuel suggested that it was a bad idea.

It is now the weekend.  Gabriel, a teacher, is taking me to church on Sunday, and tomorrow afternoon I will go to see Livingston and Stanley’s meeting place with Emmanuel. 

Football.. a universal sport

Playing my name game

They love the swings

Cafe Gourmand... A little bit of Home

I have come here to Cafe Gourmand twice...  it is a very contrasting experience.  This boulangerie and cafe would fit well into any city in North America or Europe, and the parties and coffee are exceptional.  The internet is real here and has been a blessing to allow me to update this blog.

The cafe is in the heart of Bujumbura, a very loud and bustling throbbing mob of people.  The streets are filled with tiny booths selling cell phones.  The air is thick with smoke from brazier fires throughout the city, as this is the main cooking method.  Radios play loudly in languages I don't understand.  Police with guns are scattered everywhere, or security guards.  Throngs and mobs describe the character of the streets downtown.  In the centre of this is the oasis of  the cafe.



Downtown Bujumbura from the roof od Cafe Gourmand

There are big metal gates, and the fences around it are wired with sophisticated electrical systems.  The building rises three stores above the seeming chaos on the street below.  I am sitting on the rooftop terrace, drinking an iced latte.  There are plants around me and the faux wicker furniture could have been purchased at the Bay... The waiters even speak English!  For this, I will pay about the same as I would in Canada for a coffee, an exorbitant price for Bujumbura...  3200 francs.   A thousand francs is worth about seventy cents.   I will try to add pictures of the cafe the next time I can log on!


The roof top terrrace

Security fences aounrd the gates of Cafe Gourmand

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