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"Oh, all right, Doctor. Do not trouble yourself because I will take good care of Dr.
Isabelle."
The Tutsi noted that the foreigner was hesitant to go away. Furthermore, something
was showing Isabelle that Rwanda needed strong women like her, mainly because it was short of
doctors. However, Dr. Mike had been clear when he insisted he looked for someone with experience
on missions of that nature.
Dr. Isabelle, I am sorry, but I cannot employ you even in support jobs, considering that one day this
war will also affect these works!
"Wow! Have you ever seen anything like this, Doctor?"
"Yes, I know what you mean. It is about the beauty of Lieutenant Fred Kaka, isn't it?"
"Yeah! He is enticing. That man has always been in the latest style, and it is a pity he is
getting married next year."
"Stop worrying, Rose. I have seen wedding rings fall at church doors."
"I wish, but he is not for the likes of me. Although Kigali women love Lieutenant Fred
Kaka, he has eyes only for one of us, and his parents baby and spoil him so much."
"It is not a defect, but a virtue. Being a member of a good family is a grace."
"I understand, Dr. Isabelle, but you should know I have several friends who would like
him to be more daring in dealing with women such as enjoying life a little bit…"
"Hahaha. Hallelujah! I see that the Rwandan girls are similar to the Americans."
On seeing the newcomer smiling, Rose felt pleased, since she noted that the suffering
of the little Twa had been harmful to Isabelle. She looked across the street and saw that Tharcisse
Mugabe was sitting on a stool and leaning against the trunk, in the shade of a majestic podocarp. The
tree is native to Africa, and this encouraged the Rwandese Administration to plant it in the capital as
part of a landscaping project. Apart from being beautiful, it adapted well to the medium altitudes and
climatic conditions of the Kigali Province.
Tharcisse Mugabe was an intelligent and likable 27-years-old Twa. A farmer who bred
ankole cattle in Byumba supported his parents to raise him. His father was a well-liked employee on
the property, and, in thanks to a valuable working performance, and in return for an undying loyalty,
the employer bore the cost of the boy's studies. Even having formal knowledge, he could not obtain
a job opportunity, and as he did not intend to toil with the craft of clay as most Pygmies did, he
opened himself up to a new and unusual line of business: he made his living from a self-employment,
growing and selling flowers to the funeral events in Kigali. The Tutsi said:
"I would like you to meet another Twa, Dr. Isabelle."
"I am not sure if I should. One Pygmy was sufficient for today."
"This one is different from others."
"Why is he so special?"
"He is good-natured, cute, and helpful."
"All right, baby, let us see your friend. After all, I am at your disposal. You are my chief
today, Madam Dr. Mike."
"God forbids! I don't want to be that known Don Juan."
"I found him handsome, Rose."
"You and half the Tutsis in this city."
"Does he like only Tutsi girls?"
"It's not just about him, but men, on the whole, prefer the Tutsi girls. You see, the
Hutu women do not have our charm. Hahaha."
"Wow! Do you mean charm or something else, Rose Kabaguyoi?" Rose laughed and
pointed it out.