Part 2: Cow Horns
Artisan’s market was pretty much what you’d expect from the name. Lots of stalls arranged in a rectangle around an open compound selling balls, paintings, jewelry, carvings and other things tourists like to buy. Many of the bangles that caught my eye were made of cow horns. Some of the skinnier ones were made of cow bones. I bought four of the horn ones. I didn’t feel bad because people don’t kill cows just for their horns. In fact, cows are very special in Rwanda because they provide a lot of sustenance for a family. When a man and a woman are getting married, he gives her cows. I also learned on Friday night from a guy I met at my guesthouse that friends can give each other cows as well as a symbol of gratitude, or appreciation. He told me that when this is done, the adults will tell their children of this great gift given to them and the two families are pretty much friends for life. (Note: again, this is just what I was told by the guy who was a journalist actually. I restate that to emphasize that I don’t want to make generalizations and simplifications of the culture here. This is just the information I receive and my simple understanding of it. But I know that cows are specialJ )
After making purchases from the artisans market, we decided it was time to play. The 10 of us (yes, 10) walked to the field right next to the market where we had seen a bunch of boys playing. There were no girls in sight. I asked one of the guys what girls like to play. He didn’t really answer my question, but he did say that they were too shy so you would rarely see them there playing football, basketball or swimming like the boys. Bummer.
The football match involved myself, AC, RJ, three of the nurses I think and two of the friends. Basically it was us big people against about 30 little people (kids aged approx 6-12). The little people cheered when we told them the teams. It’s been a long time since I played any sport and it was fun to let loose and run, cheer, and laugh. By the time I left I was hot, and sweaty. I left before it was over but according to RJ it was a “tie”.
Part 3: Neon (and more sweat still)
Later Saturday evening, we moved the party to Cadillac. Cadillac is one of the local clubs here. I don’t really have much to say about it besides that there was music, dancing, pretty tame clothing compared to that seen in North American or Ghanaian clubs, and a lot of neon. The carpets had neon boomerang shaped designs, there was neon on the walls and in some sections there were neon lights. Complementing the neon accents were painted pictures of cowboys on the walls. *(shrugs shoulders)* The highlight for me was when they played “Follow the Leada” to which I jumped about with some random girl I bumped into who pulled me onto the dance floor, and then when they played “Saturday Night” by Whigfield.