Chapter One: Seeing is Believing
Many children would gather at Kacyiru sector every Saturday evening to enjoy themselves. They would take part in any leisure activity of their choices. They played football, ludo, table tennis, pool table and watched films.
Mbabazi Fannie and Kabatesi Julie were fond of watching films and movies. Umubyeyi Fifi, their mother used to tell the folks in Kabagali village, where they lived that her children had a habit of watching films locally known as agasobanuye. In fact, there was much to get excited about in this place.
Umubyeyi got married to Munyakazi Fideli in 1991. The wedding ceremony took place at Kabgayi Diocese in Muhanga District. Thousands of people attended the wedding. Guests came in great numbers because both Fideli and Fifi had sung in the Diocese choir since they received the Sacrament of Baptism. By then, Fideli was thirty years old and Fifi was twenty two. The guests came from as far as Kamonyi and Ntenyo.
After nearly two years in marriage, their family was blessed with a baby girl. It was named after Fideli’s mother-in-law who was called Mbabazi.
As days went by life became harder and harder for the young couple. Several people had become jobless after the 1994 genocide against the Tutsi. Time came when having two meals was virtually impossible for most rural families. After celebrating Mbabazi’s first birthday, the family decided to move to Kigali city.
Though his education did not go beyond Primary Five, Fideli had high hopes of getting a good job in the city. His elder brother, Kanyendabyo Dogo who lived in Kigali would visit them every Saturday loaded with a lot of money. He saw steel grey clouds gathering overhead and hastily suggested that they took a ride down to Ruhango, the trading centre where most of Kanye’s childhood friends, now fathers and mothers would meet to chill out till very late. He reached out his hand to pick a heavy, knee-length, black hooded overcoat in the back seat of his car. The leafy trees waved easterly and westerly. He quickly wore the gumboots. As usual he inspected the heavily packed shops lining the streets of Ruhango trading centre, obviously flanked by Fideli and his childhood friend, George Bakunda. His childhood friends fondly called him Kanye.
They hurriedly walked into a crowded bar. He bought a ten-litre jerrycan of local brew called icyigage, Rwandans’ favourite social drink brewed exclusively from sorghum. With obvious voracity they started wetting their throats. Kanye ordered the bar attendant to roast the two hind legs of a he-goat. After a short moment, he had bought seven bunches of bananas that had been perched behind a parked bicycle on the spacious verandah of the house that housed the bar. Rain water that streamed from the gutters of the roof had thoroughly cleaned them.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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