A Testimony from a HROC Training in Burundi

Healing and Rebuilding Our Communities (HROC) regularly holds workshops for university students and vulnerable youths. Here is a testimonial from one participant.

Diane from “Kora iciza” organization

I was born to a second wife of my father. This was due to the fact that his first wife didn’t gave birth to the number of boys that my father wanted. From this second wife I’m the first born and a woman. It was a serious disappointment to my father to see I was not a boy. Since then, my father never cared about me as a daughter. My mother was mistreated day and night, regretting why she had married him. Only boys had a place in my father’s mind. I asked my mother why things were that way. She told me that he never been proud of me as he expected to have a boy from her and was not the case. When I learnt about that, this made me a nervous female and a frown was constantly on my face for long time as I observed the level of love my father expressed towards my two young brothers. I was very angry at him and at myself. My question to God was why had he given me a father like this one? Continue reading “A Testimony from a HROC Training in Burundi”

Urgent appeal by Friends in Rwanda

Friends in Rwanda have an urgent need to raise funds following a decree by the government that they must install lightning rods on all their buildings before the end of March. This comes after several fatal lightning strikes affecting churches, schools and other buildings. Lightning storms are very common in Rwanda.

To meet the requirements, Rwanda Yearly Meeting needs to buy and install 35 lightning rods at a cost of around £400 each. Without financial support from Friends in other countries, they will be unable to do this, and they will be forced to close their churches, schools and other buildings, including the Friends Peace House in Kigali. Continue reading “Urgent appeal by Friends in Rwanda”

Thoughts upon my return from Africa

By Anne M. Hutchinson, AGLI Publicist

I had never danced in church before. I knew, of course, that some Friends dance in worship.  I had participated in worship at the Friends World Committee for Consultation Plenary in Peru in 2016, during which some African Friends danced, but I didn’t feel comfortable joining them. I had arrived in Kigali very early on that Sunday morning and settled into my room at about two a.m. Exhausted from the journey, I had not planned on attending worship that day. However, as the sun rose higher in the sky, and I heard people moving about, I woke up despite myself. Then, I heard a sound I couldn’t quite identify. Little by little, I realized that it was the musicians and the chorus rehearsing for service in the Friends compound. Something told me to get up and join in, and I did. I walked the short distance from my room, slipped into church, was escorted to a seat, and followed the service. When the congregants rose, sang, and danced, I held the songbook and did my best to follow along. And soon, my spine and my limbs followed too, as the joyous worship music enveloped the sanctuary. Continue reading “Thoughts upon my return from Africa”