Land of a Thousand Hills: Easy on the Eye

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In 2023 I connected with Rwanda’s capital city. One that sprawls across numerous hills, ridges and valleys.

 Before I travelled to Kigali, I learnt that Rwanda was a land blessed with creativity in Arts and one rich in culture.

Walking in the streets of Kigali, I saw that the city has clearly expressed an effort to connect people through Arts and Culture.

After learning that Kigali was a hub of creativity, I promised myself I was not flying back to Malawi without a visit to one of the Arts Centers in the city.

Since establishing an Arts Center is one of my dreams, I made it a point to visit one center even amidst my busy schedule.

Inema Arts Center is a small but an amazing creative hub that spurs creativity for personal, social and economic growth. The center is simply pretty as a picture!

It was amazing to learn that the center works with orphans offering them an opportunity to discover and use their artistic talent and mentors in art as a skill, a talent, an occupation and survival skill.

Establishing an Arts Center is my dream and the bigger picture is Impact!






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