Regimen

     This feels odd to write but I have established a routine here in Kigali; my life is basically patterned instead of just a crazy roller coaster ride on an African expedition. I usually run in the morning, sometimes around Amahoro National Stadium, sometimes down into the nearby valley on the dirt roads. The kids I pass always beam their beautiful smiles at me and laugh as they greet me, as though they share a funny secret from the awkward, goofy looking muzungu that I am. It probably does not help that I have a funny accent when pronouncing kinyarwanda words. I find the whole situation quite funny. Then comes a nice outdoor shower and breakfast, which usually involves a decadent array of carbs and starches (like most every meal). They have this odd version of peanut butter here; they call it G-nut, it stands for ground nut. I prefer regular peanut butter because G-nut tastes really bland to me, unless you load the bread product with an ungodly amount of honey.
     We then hop onto a mutatu, the local buses which are usually packed to the brim, to get to our classes, which are held at PROCOM's headquarters in a residential area near the prison (gareza). I cannot believe how many people they manage to arrange in those vans. We have class for about four or five hours with a two hour lunch break and then head back towards our house in Remera, sometimes by way of Kimironko Market. Everytime I go in there the vendors accost me with offers for whatever they are selling, whether it be a pile of beans, flour, yards of fabric, or knock-off shirts and shoes. The afternoons and evenings are usually free. Tonight I trekked downtown for a little while. Tomorrow is reggae night at the Hotel des Milles Collines and the night after that will probably be taken up by an outdoor movie. Saturday is Umuganda, which is a public working day that happens towards the end of every month where everyone does some public service for the morning. I am hoping to get onto a ditch digging crew, just for the experience.
Also, Deuteronomy is a crazy and disturbing book of the Bible. We have been reading it for a class and I have had a hard reconciling my theistic conception (admittedly elementary) with the one presented in Deuteronomy. Help?