A few snapshots of people I have come across on the narrow paths of the Thousand Hills. Some are on their way to work in the fields, some are already working there, some are following me, intrigued by my looks, by the colour of my skin... ‘Muzungo, muzungo!!! All of them exude an air of uncomplicated happiness. I greet them : Hey, Mwaramutse! Amakuru! When I can, I shake their hands. Their faces light up: beautiful smiles, laughers. Some connexions are made.
So far on these hills, I have not come across any negative vibes.
They probably envy my richness, I envy theirs...
