Driving from Kigali towards Musanze, I grab the handrail as the tattered jeep sends us air born in our seats, hitting every pothole along the way. I spot a waterfall and ask Emmanuel, the driver, to pull over to take pictures.   Excited, I jump out of the vehicle to capture the perfect shot. Suddenly we are surrounded by children who appear out of nowhere, peering up at us with beautiful white smiles from ear to ear. Delighted to see Americans, they clammer with words not understood. Thankfully, Emmanuel is Rwandese and translates. Emmanuel says, “The children are thanking you for visiting their country of Rwanda. They are also asking if you have any pencils... read more