What I’ve learned about myself in Rwanda.

Part I: My Thoughts

I’m currently sitting on a rooftop cafe overseeing the beautiful hills of Kigali, with large, shiny, new buildings interspersed through the lush landscape. With my four dollar cappuccino in hand, typing away on my laptop, I may as well be at a coffee shop in DC.

Kigali is often dubbed the “cleanest city in Africa.” And, indeed, it has been scrubbed spotless — of dirt and dust, sure, but also, perhaps, of culture and character. The city to me feels like a bubble, a meticulously crafted painting to display to the…