Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Crisis Among the Youth

Today, while I was waiting to set up an appointment with the Executive Secretary of NURC, the woman helping me asked if I was a girl or a woman.  In the United States, I would have surely said woman, or at least young woman.  But in Rwanda, I am considered a girl.  
Youth, in Rwanda, ranges from 14 up through 35.  One is not considered a man or a woman until they complete or attain certain things.  I have been told a boy does not become a man until he has a job, a house, and a wife and a girl does not become a woman until she marries and has a child. As I was sitting in an office in Rwanda, I answered that I was a girl because I neither had children or a husband.  The woman smiled back and said I was very smart.  
But this made me think back to an interesting conversation I had while doing research for my curriculum.  A study, not yet published, found a profound despair among rural youth in Rwanda today.  The researcher interviewed rural youth who, for whatever reason, were not able to complete secondary school.  Given Rwanda's economic situation, and land scarcity, transitioning to manhood for this socio-economic group is becoming less and less feasible. Without secondary education, along with job and land scarcity, boys are unable to build the financial capital necessary for constructing a house.  Boys cannot marry until they build a house.  And, if boys can't marry, then girls don't really have anyone to marry.  Hence, the despair.  

Friday, August 8, 2008

Lake Kivu

Last weekend I took my first real outing other than my visit to Tanzania.  Danielle and I travelled to Gisenyi, a resort town on Lake Kivu.  We spent only a night there and the morning of the following day.  I was quite anxious to return to Kigali as I am behind on my curriculum and I think that I was having separation issues as a result from being apart from my computer for the first time since I've been here.  
The evening was very quiet.  The sky was hazy but there was no rain.  Rwanda is experiencing the height of its tourist season, and there are tons of international aid workers in Goma, so it was a bit shocking to see the bars completely empty.  The lack of people and things to do left me with nothing to do but yearn for my laptop all evening long.  
Clearly, relaxing is difficult for me but I managed to do it for about two hours Sunday morning. Danielle and I went and sat at the lake front at the the nicest hotel in Gisenyi.  I fell asleep on a lawn chair.
Side note that I found particularly amusing the other day:  I went looking for the Rwandan version of Draino at the local supermarket.  I couldn't find it but I did find a bathroom airfreshener with an attached compass.  No draino...but just gotta have an airfreshener that tells me which way is north in case I get lost in the bathroom.