Baptiste: the cook

We pick-up Bapstiste, who will be my cook whilst staying at the cottage, in Muganza, at the Health centre where Soeur Josephine lives. He is a shy young man, aged perhaps 20, I cannot tell.
He is well dressed, has his bag ready. His aunt has come to see him off. Fitting him into the car is no simple matter but we eventually manage to squeeze him in between onions, pineapples, my bags, a new gas stove, books to learn English and Soeur Josephine.
Baptiste does not seem to speak a word of French or English; I do not speak a word of Kinyarwanda, so it is going to be an interesting cross-cultural communication experience between us for the next three months....