Rwanda Rwanda, “the land of a thousand hills,” is located just south of the Equator in central Africa and is bordered by the Democratic Republic of C

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Rwanda, “the land of a thousand hills,” is located just south of the Equator in central Africa and is bordered by the Democratic Republic of Congo, Tanzania, Uganda, and Burundi. Rwanda's countryside is covered by grasslands and small farms extending over rolling hills, with areas of rugged mountains that extend southeast from a chain of volcanoes in the northwest. Known for both its beauty and turmoil, Rwanda has survived years of civil conflict and genocide. Losing more than one million people during the genocide in 1994, Rwanda today has established a new government and identity, as its people rebuild their beautiful country.

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For 2010, we at AGCI are so excited to continue to welcome families into our new Rwanda program!

One of our team members just returned from spending over three months in this beautiful country. Her experiences traveling through Rwanda have been very inspiring to us. Through her emails, she describes the breathtaking beauty of the people and of the land. During her time in Rwanda, she took many photographs trying to capture the light and hope in the eyes of even the most destitute child living on the streets. She visited orphanages, spoke with the caretakers, met with government officials and helped provide relief to the women and children living in extreme poverty.

Her passion for this country increased each day as she faced the great need. One of the most powerful experiences she had, was visiting the Mother Teresa's Home of Hope and seeing the children who patiently wait for parents to bring them home.

Please take a moment to watch a powerful slideshow of some of her photos.

She writes, "This Catholic orphanage is based out of Calcutta, India, and photos of Mother Teresa are on many walls giving her the honor she deserves for the countless millions of lives she brought hope to. I notice two young children who are about three and four years old with arms around each other. Chatting and hugging and walking down a set of steps together. So sweet – like the flowers I smell behind me. My desire to photo this precious scene is struggling with what I have been told by the nuns. No photos! As we walk down the steps, our nun becomes very talkative! She is Indian and visiting from Calcutta. I am glad that speaks wonderful English. Even though she is young, she is extremely advanced in wisdom and compassion for both the orphans and the mentally handicapped adults which she cares for personally. Our nun then hurried us down a long, cement hallway to another room – I was so shocked to see over a hundred metal cribs, pushed together in clusters here and there. The silence was my first shock, not one baby was crying. The stillness of the room caused my heart to freeze, as well as my feet and thoughts. Why are they so quiet?


She began again, “All of these babies are orphans. True orphans. No father, no mother. They come to us sometimes in the middle of the night with umbilical cords still attached, naked, filthy from being birthed into a pit latrine hole (usually 20’ deep) and they are left at our gate in plastic bags. Sometimes the person who found them in the latrine has put the newborn in a plastic bag and leaves the child in the road in the middle of the night because they don’t want to be noticed by neighbors. The Sector official gets up in the early morning to see if there are any ‘bags’ on the road, and if so, he brings them to the metal gate. That is how we get most of our children.” Prostitutes, especially child-prostitutes, and over-burdened widows are desperate to get rid of their baby. They feel they have no other way. They are starving themselves. Some of their other children are beggars on the street. They live in the mud huts, they have no hope.

We have only been in this cemented room for a few minutes when I find myself just standing and staring. Then my third shock came to me - in the form of rashes and open sores on the baby’s skin (due to the bacteria and insects in the latrine) and the broken legs of one baby (because of the fall down the deep pit). Orphaned, deformed, and no arms to hold or comfort her pain. Only cold, lifeless metal bars are her world. Our talkative, friendly nun shares with me that this is not uncommon. The fall is too great.

The enormity of what my eyes are seeing and the visualization of that child’s entrance into this world now registers in tears. I thought that men were the tormentors of these people, that they were the ones who had stifled life and dreams and hopes with the Genocide killings in 1994. Maybe that is exactly what they did – and hope is still gone for many Rwandans. I am now listening to this young woman tell me how thousands of mothers choose to dispose of their child and in many cases, the child dies alone in a bag. I slowly look around the room. There’s too many. My eyes and hands fall to the nearest one. I touch his frail fingers. My touch startles him. Did this little one come in a plastic bag only a few months ago? I didn’t know this existed in our world. How is America to know? Will they care? Or is this just another Africa story on poverty?

I don’t remember what was said for the next few minutes as she ushered us into the sunlight, then under an awning where children were sitting down to eat. Now I hear clamor. Laughing and energetic little three to four-year old children who bear smiles and are singing. I make the connection - these nuns nurture and transform lifeless, lost babies that someone thought was refuse into happy, and seemingly healthy, children. God Bless these nuns.

The children are not very clean or not at all well dressed. Must not be enough clothing for the 55 children I count at the long two foot high table – but they are happy. They get to play outside, bang drums, and run around and find some joy in this little prison of theirs. But I saw them. They are there. One hundred and thirty children. They are waiting. They don’t know they are waiting – right now they are a mass of humanity waiting for life to unfold. Like a rose bud. The petals are fragile – but each uniquely beautiful. They are too young for dreams or opinions or even the knowledge of a family. They know caring, yet I don’t think they know love. They only know the hands of the nuns – not the arms of a mother. And there are too few nuns to share arms.

My frozen heart begins to melt as I see God’s presence in their smiles, the nun’s gentleness, and the photos of Jesus on the outdoor brick walls. Jesus loves to shine in the darkest corners of earth. I believe it is His way to show Hope."

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Kigali, Rwanda

During her months in Rwanda, new friends shared many of their experiences with her regarding the Rwandan struggle to recover from their tumultuous past. She recommends the following books for families interested in learning more about Rwanda:

As We Forgive by Catherline Claire Larson
This Voice in My Heart by Gilbert Tuhabonye
I Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will be Killed with Our Families by Philip Gourevitch
Dangerous Surrender by Kay Warren

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Adopt from Rwanda!

Families interested in adopting from Rwanda need to meet the following requirements:

Applicants must be between the ages of 23 and 50 years old.
Only married couples may adopt and must be married for at least five years
Families must have no more than one divorce per couple
To adopt a healthy child, families must have two or fewer children in the home
Families must have a positive net worth and an income of $10,000 per family member, including the adopted child.

Children are available starting at 6 months old. This program is estimated to cost around $20,000 and up. For more information such as the information sheet, fee schedule or videos of the children, please contact the Inquiry Department.

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