For many years, I yearned to visit the home country I left for England almost a decade ago. As the old Kinyarwanda saying goes: ‘Foreign lands may be attractive, but there is nothing lovelier than Rwanda.’ I dreamed of taking my wife and three children there for a summer holiday.
This year, something special happened. While I was making a routine call to one of my sisters in Rwanda, she surprised me with an invitation. She wanted me to come with one child. She told me not to worry about buying the air-tickets; she had finished making the bookings herself. It took us several nights to decide which child was to travel with me. Patrick, my eldest son who had just turned 15, was the lucky one.
