Yada - June 2025

We used to drive the one-hour journey back to Bujumbura from Gihanga in silence, with the exception of a few sighs and weepy sniffs. Our hearts were broken over the swollen bellies and dripping noses of hungry and sick children. It was devastating to walk by the sticks-and-rubbish huts falling over in the rain. We listened in agony to stories of dignity lost as parents struggled to do anything to feed their families maybe twice per week. Solutions felt distant and complex as infighting and strife continued between community members, because poverty and desperation brings out the worst in everyone.

The drive home these days look so different.