What Rwanda Taught Me in My First Year

2026-08-09T03:40:45.093-06:00

When I moved to Rwanda from the United States, I expected to learn a lot about a new country.

I expected new foods, a new language, new landscapes, and new routines. I expected to learn how to navigate a different culture and figure out the practical details of everyday life.

What I didn't expect was how much Rwanda would change the way I think.

After a year here, I have realized that some of the biggest differences aren't the things I can photograph or put on a list. They're the assumptions I brought with me: about time, community, convenience, relationships, and what it means to live well.

People Come Before the Agenda

One of the first things I noticed was that greetings matter.

In America, it is easy to walk into a conversation thinking about what needs to be accomplished. We often move quickly from "hello" to the reason we're talking.

In Rwanda, the greeting itself is part of the relationship.

"How are you?"

"How is your family?"

"How was your day?"

These questions aren't necessarily an obstacle standing between you and the real conversation. They are part of the conversation.

I've learned that slowing down long enough to acknowledge a person communicates something important:

I see you. You matter.

That lesson has extended far beyond greetings.

Community Is More Than a Neighborhood

I have also learned to think differently about the word community.

In Rwanda, community isn't simply the collection of people who happen to live near you. There is a stronger sense that people have responsibilities toward one another.

One of the clearest examples is umuganda, the monthly community work traditionally held on the last Saturday of the month. People come together to clean, maintain, build, plant, and improve their communities.

The deeper lesson isn't really about cleaning a road.

It's the idea that the community belongs to everyone, so everyone has a role in caring for it.

That connects to the concept of Ubuntu: the recognition that our humanity is intertwined with the humanity of others.

I came from a culture that places a great deal of value on independence, self-reliance, and individual achievement. Rwanda has reminded me that independence isn't the only measure of strength.

Sometimes strength looks like knowing how to stand on your own.

Sometimes it looks like knowing when to stand together.

Show Up

Another lesson I've noticed is the value of presence.

There are times when Americans might send a message, make a phone call, or say, "Let me know if you need anything."

In Rwanda, there can be a stronger expectation simply to show up.

Visit someone.

Sit with them.

Attend the celebration.

Stand with the family.

Be there.

I've come to appreciate how powerful that can be. Sometimes you don't have the perfect words or a solution to someone's problem. But you can give them your time and your presence.

Sometimes the message is simply:

"You matter enough for me to come."

Time Is More Than Efficiency

This has probably been one of my biggest mindset shifts.

American culture often treats time as a resource to manage. We schedule, optimize, hurry, and measure productivity.

Rwanda has made me more aware of the difference between using time efficiently and using time meaningfully.

A meeting may begin with conversation instead of immediately moving to the agenda.

An errand may take longer because you encounter someone you know.

A visitor may interrupt your plans and be welcomed anyway.

At first, I sometimes experienced these things as delays.

I've gradually learned to ask a different question:

What if the relationship isn't interrupting the important thing? What if the relationship is the important thing?

I'm still learning this one.

Learning to Wait

Related to that is the art of waiting.

Living in Rwanda has taught me that not everything happens on my preferred timeline.

Mail may require more planning than I was accustomed to. Deliveries don't always work the way they did at home. Power or water may occasionally require preparation and flexibility. A process that I expected to take ten minutes may take considerably longer.

My first instinct has often been:

"This should be faster."

My newer response is increasingly:

"Okay. What do I do now?"

That small shift has been surprisingly freeing.

Patience isn't necessarily enjoying a delay. Sometimes it is simply accepting reality and deciding not to waste energy fighting what you cannot control.

Learning to Live With What's Available

Market shopping has taught me another version of the same lesson.

In America, I could make a recipe, write down exactly what I needed, and expect the grocery store to have it.

Here, I have learned to look at what is available and then decide what I'm going to make.

Fresh produce is seasonal. Selection varies. Sometimes the ingredient I planned around isn't there.

So I adapt.

I substitute.

I change the recipe.

I buy what's fresh.

It's a small thing, but it has changed the way I think about abundance. Having endless choices isn't the only form of abundance. There is something valuable about learning to appreciate what is actually in front of you.

Planning for the Unexpected

Power interruptions have taught me a similar lesson.

In the United States, I rarely had to think about whether there would be electricity or running water when I needed it. Here, I've learned to charge things ahead of time, keep supplies available, and think a little further ahead.

The lesson isn't that life is constantly difficult.

It's that reliability shouldn't be confused with permanence.

Things don't always work exactly when I expect them to.

Preparation creates a little freedom when circumstances change.

Learning the Rhythm of the Seasons

Even the weather has changed the way I think about time.

Rather than four sharply defined seasons, Rwanda's year is often understood through rainy and dry seasons.

The long rains generally come from March through May, followed by the longer dry season from June through September. Shorter rainy and dry periods come later in the year.

Rain isn't simply something that happens outside.

It affects transportation, plans, agriculture, routines, and the landscape itself.

I've learned to look at the weather less as something I need to conquer and more as something I need to work with.

Sometimes you carry an umbrella.

Sometimes you wait.

Sometimes you change your plans.

And sometimes you simply appreciate how green everything becomes.

The Hills Change Everything

And then there are the hills.

Rwanda's nickname, the Land of a Thousand Hills, isn't poetic exaggeration. The hills are part of everyday life.

They determine how you travel, how far a walk feels, where houses are built, what you see from a window, and why a short journey can involve considerably more effort than the map suggests.

They have also taught me to appreciate the landscape in a way I didn't expect.

The hills aren't simply scenery behind daily life.

They are part of daily life.

The Ordinary Things Are Different Too

Some of the biggest cultural adjustments have been surprisingly mundane.

Motos are part of everyday transportation.

Kigali's cleanliness stands out.

Plastic bags are heavily restricted, and keeping public spaces clean is treated as a shared responsibility.

Even something as ordinary as mail works differently. In America, "just mail it" is almost invisible as a convenience. Here, I've learned that getting something from one place to another may require more creativity and planning.

A friend traveling internationally might become part of your logistics system.

A P.O. box might matter.

A courier might matter.

WhatsApp might accomplish what a letter once did.

None of these things are inherently better or worse.

They're reminders that the systems we grow up with can feel universal simply because we've never had to imagine living without them.

I Am Still Learning

After a year, I don't want to pretend that I have "figured out Rwanda."

I haven't.

I am still learning Kinyarwanda. I still misunderstand things. I still occasionally bring American assumptions into situations where they don't quite fit.

But perhaps that is one of the most valuable things I've learned:

Being a beginner is okay.

Living in another country requires a willingness to ask questions, make mistakes, observe, adapt, and sometimes simply admit, "I don't understand yet."

That is humbling.

It is also a gift.

What I'll Carry With Me

After a year, I think the biggest lessons I am taking from Rwanda are surprisingly simple:

Greet people first.

Show up.

Make room for relationships.

Be willing to adapt.

Prepare, but don't assume you can control everything.

Learn to wait.

Pay attention to what is already available.

Let people help you.

Take care of the community you belong to.

And perhaps most importantly:

Don't become so focused on getting somewhere that you forget to notice the people beside you.

I came to Rwanda expecting to learn about a country.

Instead, Rwanda has been teaching me about people, community, patience, presence, adaptability, and what I actually need.

I still have a lot to learn.

But after several years of living abroad, I think the broader lesson still holds: every new country reminds me that many of the things I once thought were simply "the way things are" are really just one way of doing things. Each place has a way of challenging my assumptions and giving me another perspective on what I thought I already understood...

And once you realize that, you can't quite see the world the same way again.

Plants That Have Grabbed my Attention in Rwanda

2025-08-31T02:51:00.000-06:00

It doesn't matter where we are, the plants grab my attention.

These looked like the angel trumpets my mom was trying to get to bloom in Texas.

I love the spiral in the petals.

There are flowers everywhere here.

The sides of the neighborhood roads are practically gardens.

This looks like a hibiscus with variegated leaves.

These look like bottle brushes.

I liked how the succulent was holding water in the center though it hadn't rained for over a day at this point.

These people flowers grow on a tree outside my classroom window.

I saw this walking home from school.

On the land where they are building a new school. The geometric shapes were interesting.

The rain made the lilies bloom again.

They have polka dots!

I am enjoying the "hot" season that hasn't gotten out of the eighties during the hottest part of the day. To these Texans it has felt like constant spring or fall since we got here.

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