I'm all done ranting and raving now. I probably seem a bit bipolar seeing how my last post (just 12 minutes ago) was anything but positive, but this blogging thing is quite theraputic! But more than that, for those who are living vicariously through my Peace Corps experience, I would like to share a story about my time at a "mystery meeting" before I forget everything that happened. So here it goes...
So I'm in my room trying desperately to
have some alone time and my mama comes and knocks on my door...yet again...and
says, "Dah-meh-tree-ahhh! Turagenda!!" (let's go).
I don't even bother to ask where, I just put on my shoes and get ready
for God knows what. So as we're walking
along on our far away journey, me and my mama are stopping to talk to what
seems like every single person we pass.
Finally we arrived at whatever it was she was taking me too and as soon
as we walked up, I noticed a living room and front yard full of small benches
and people sitting everywhere. I
immediately noticed that the mood was a bit somber. As I sat on a bench out in the front yard, I peered
through the front door and noticed some people sitting on a couch, looking worn
out and tired, and a woman who looked as if she had been crying. Shortly after our arrival, some people
started serving Fanta's and some anonymous drink in jerry cans with straws
sticking out of the top (apparently the latter were to be shared because
everyone began to take sips from the jerry can's and pass them around). I prayed to God that no one would ask me to
sip from that same straw and same jerry can that everyone else had drank out
of, and just when I thought I was in the clear, the man next to me gestures for
me to take a sip. Let me say that I am
not one to offend, and I have been pretty good about it so far, but this was
one moment that I was just going to have to be considered rude. I smiled politely and said, "No thank
you." He kind of just shrugged and
passed the can in the opposite direction...whew
*wipes sweat from forehead* it ended up not being that big of a deal.
After all of the guests of the great
mystery event had either a Fanta bottle or a jerry can in hand, the same people
who were passing out Fanta's began to pass out plates of food, and again, I
didn't want to offend so although me and my mama had just eaten lunch and I was
beyond stuffed, I took a plate and did my best to make the large and small
pieces of food on my plate disappear. Once
I finished up, along with everyone else, someone stood up and began what seemed
like a speech. And then a man and woman
stood up together and smiled at the crowd...and then I realized...this isn't a
funeral, it's a
wedding! I then found the ability to put together a sentence to
ask my mom what was going on...she told me it was a post wedding ceremony and
that the couple got married last week.
Finally gaining an understanding of what was going on, I was able to
relax a bit and kind of enjoy the ceremony (mind you, I still didn't want to be
there, but I did my best to make the most of it). So here is what happened. Two men kept going back and forth giving
speeches (I'm assuming these were the fathers of the bride and groom), and then
shortly after all of the talking, the newly-weds were presented with
gifts...two hoes, a machete, and a mini hoe...and then they went outside to hoe
together for the first time. Next,
everyone came back in and then went back outside to ooh and ahh at some more
gifts...a cow and a sheep (is one sheep still sheep?? lol). Next up, everyone came back in to listen to
some more speeches and once these were finished, several of the older guests
lined up with baskets full of something
and handed them to the newly married woman.
Upon the opening of each basket, I realized they were filled with gifts
of all types of beans and one was filled with rice. After all of the gifts were given, the
speeches were finished, and the dancing and singing stopped (we had the old
women to thank for the music and dancing, the elders here really know how to
party!), the couple went outside to their car and left us all to continue the
celebration without them. And this is
when the real party started...and I do mean party. Bottles started popping (beer bottles that
is) and everyone had their hand out for one.
They tried to give me one, but thankfully my mom stepped in and said
that a Fanta would do just fine for her little girl (I love that lady). At this point, I was really REALLY ready to
go...I have heard too many horror stories during my culture trainings about
Rwandans and their tendencies to get drunk and act foolish. The room was stuffy and smelled like stale
beer and as my face cannot keep a secret, I'm sure the disgust was written all
over my face..I say this because as soon as my mother caught a glimpse of me,
she grabbed my hand, stood up and said, "Let's go." I sent up a silent thank you prayer to God,
hopped to my feet and headed for the door.
And just as I was leaving, I saw a mama take her beer bottle, put it up
to her 4 (or 5) year old sons lips and tip it all the way up...I just shook my
head and kept it pushing. Poor kid...
Love and Peace Corps,
Dametreea
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