My journey to L’Esperance Children’s Village in Kigarama will go down as the longest (and most tedious) taxi moto ride I have ever embarked on in Rwanda. Let me put it more clearly: the moto ride from the Kibuye bust stage, at which I arrived after a four-hour bus ride from Kigali, cost me all of Rwf5,000!
There are many reasons why I prefer taxi motos to commuter taxis in Kigali. The first is that with a moto, you can find one and turn him into your trusted chauffer, and they will gladly pick you up no matter where you are and what time of the night it is. All you need to do is get their phone number.
I know the workplace is like a second home to many of us since the average worker spends about ten hours in office, longer for some. That said, we shouldn’t forget that it is also the place where many other people come to do important things. Things like drawing up strategies and work plans, filing reports and whatever else people are paid to do in a professional work environment.
During the mid-90s, Aggrey and I borrowed a Carina as we wanted to go for our very first outing! We wanted to drive to Butare for a weekend where university students held endless wild parties. But before we could reach our destination, we got held up by a technical problem!
There is no better way to prove to the world that you are an idiot than speaking ill of a person who is just next to you because your empty head tells you that no one can understand what you are speaking. Who told you that you were the last person to learn that language?
Last weekend, the Masaka Farms Dairy in Gasabo treated revellers and Kigali socialites to its newest project, the Masaka Restaurant. It was a live music-open bar-barbecue affair, in what seemed like a showcase of what things lie ahead. We were told that live music will be a permanent fixture come Saturdays and Sundays, and that the pizza would be “the best that you can get out of Kigali”.