My mom told me to always respect and learn from people who go out of their way to help others without expecting anything in return.
‘Erega mwana gufasha uwo utitezeko ikintu ni rwo rukundo’ she said
We live in a very complex society. It’s all about personal gain.
Three weeks ago, I landed in Philadelphia with my goddaughter. As I was trying to keep an eye on her, I heard my nickname. ‘Judy’ which is not really my name, is a common name here, I then kept going towards the terminal.
I stopped, looked behind and saw this man. Let’s call him Peter. I met him in Kigali. We had lunch and discussed like old friends. Peter is married. His wife lives in Pittsburg. When I met him, he was planning to visit her.
‘Yoo Peter yambi’ I hugged him.
We were excited to see each other again. Six months ago, I wished him good luck for his visa application and he wished me back success in starting my organization. We both have realized our wishes. Peter is in America to see his wife. And I am travelling back to Rwanda for my organization.
What I haven’t told you yet is how Peter is my hero, a Rwandan you all should know.
He is a living proof of love.
It was on Tuesday around 6pm. I was at UTC, waiting for my sister. A young man approached me. Let’s call him Herve. ‘Uri Judicaelle?’ he asked. Apparently he knew me but that’s another story. I conversed with Herve who through my persistent questions, shared his story. Herve survived the crisis in Burundi. He was jailed for fours months, then was miraculously released that’s when he fled to Rwanda without anything. He met Peter a certain morning at UTC. Peter somehow figured out that Herve was a homeless and he truly was at that time.
You could have seen Herve’s eyes full of gratitude when he was talking of Peter. Tears were moving. And nothing is sexier than an emotional man. I asked Herve if he could have supper with me. We shared a meal, then picked my sister and we drove to Peter’s house.
Kicukiro is where they live. Trust me when I tell you that I wasn’t ready for what I learned that night. My emotions were all over the place. I cry all the times and when I start, I honestly can’t stop.
Almost twenty people were sitting in the living room. Herve presented me but they knew about me ( thanks to my fundraising project for Lycee Kiganda). We started talking about Burundian politics. Peter was holding a baby. At first, I thought they were guests, then I was informed how they were received by Peter. I am talking about four families in a four bedroom house. Peter wasn’t sleeping in his bed anymore but you could have seen joy in his eyes. I learned as well how Peter received at first three families when the crisis started. He wasn’t related to them, he didn’t know them. He used his saving accounts to make sure the three families reached Kampala safe.
I left Peter’s house, amazed, speechless. I couldn’t believe such human beings still exist. During our lunch, I asked Peter the reason behind his gold actions ? his response was simple and clear ‘ I know how it is to be a refugee. I know how hard life in refugee camps can be. If I can save someone from going through it, I will gladly do it’
Until next time,