I was on my way home, after a week away training a group of brand new Peace Corps Trainees when I received an SMS from a fellow teacher, Joselyne.
Joselyne: HOW ARE YOU ELISABETH? We lost one of our students. Eric.
Huh? I work at a boarding school where students cannot leave without permission. Nevertheless, they do. And occasionally, we have to track them down. But I wondered at the wording of her text.
Elisabeth: Ndaje uyu munsi. (I’m coming today). Lost how? Yapfuye? (Did he die?)
Joselyne: Yego. (Yes.)
Double huh.
Elisabeth: I’m so sorry. Are the students very upset? What happened? Was he sick?
Joselyne: He was sick. We’re all surprised of his death and we’re at school with his family.
Elisabeth: It is very awful. I will be in Murunda by 5pm if you will still be together then.
Joselyne: We will be together celebrating tonight.
With that heavy news, I continued my long journey home. Continue reading