The Man Who Found Peace In A Busy Restaurant In The Heart Of Africa
ON YET ANOTHER RAINY DAY IN RWANDA, A TWO- hour drive 50km east of the capital of Kigali, and finally down a long dirt road – muddy in the rain – a charming village awaits.
A glistening lake appears from behind a wooden gate and as you take the descending steps towards it, from across the picket fence in the distance, a man in his late 50s is in a green yard with his back to us. There are birds and bees on the tall palm trees, and the dogs on the property lazily eye the new visitors entering this tropical haven.
It’s an ideal workplace for a man born and bred
