Rogers Coffees’ Rwanda Journal (2)
Tuesday, August 11th, 2009
The car seemed to be gliding, slowly drifting in between the world of control and chaos. I looked at the driver and his hands were spinning the wheel to the right like a kid on a play truck. When the wheel stopped turning he started bending it more in prayer than in control. He leaned his whole body to the right, pressing his skinny frame against the door leaning in hope the car would respond…. but it did not.

