Granted, I am not the world’s number one fan of the sport. I got winded when I was nine and stopped playing soccer, and although I’ve watched a lot of my sibling’s games since, I can’t say I’ve ever really loved the game.
Enter Amahoro Stadium: 20 000 chanting fans, the most animated I have ever seen Rwandans. The under 17 team was playing Burkina Fasso to qualify for the African Cup. They didn’t win, but the atmosphere alone was enough to make me a football regular. It was exhilarating! Busses full of singing fans streamed towards Rumera, and we sat behind the section with the loud horns, giant drums, masks and Rwandan flags. The colorful dots of people across the field swayed back and forth and leaped up with each scoring possibility, cheering on the blue, green and yellow team. I think I may have watched the fans more than the game, actually. Being part of that atmosphere was the highlight of my weekend. Needless to say, I think I’m a fan.
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The Internship...
I am spending six months from August until February in Kigali, the capital city of Rwanda. I am working as a lecturer and TA at the Kigali Health institute possibly doing research on the subtypes of HIV, teaching a nursing course, and helping with curriculum development. More importantly, I'm learning a lot about different cultures, people, and myself. Here's where you can keep an eye on all my African adventures.
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