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Taking a step of my own to go somewhere that even my parents have never been was a thing that everybody in the family didn't like, but they had no option but to accept my choices. Having the worst history in Africa, Rwanda, in my parent's face was like a land of killers who don't have mercy even on their own fellow compatriots. I gave everyone the news of where I will be going in a week, some were excited some not, but who cares I wanted to go and at least have another environment and find new people to increase my network. Rumi once said, "When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy." I woke up very early in the morning for preparation even though the journey was to be late in the evening, that is 5 PM. I was very ready to go to this country that I only saw advertised by Arsenal on their Jersey "Visit Rwanda." For the first time ever, I went to the bus station an hour before the departure. I had two mixed fillings; one was going to join one of the best universities in African, and another was a feeling of being scared of going somewhere I had never been. Making the situation worse, I was to meet with someone I had no idea who he was. The moment the driver turned on the engine, I felt like the atmosphere around just changing to chilly and, at the same time, a tropical environment. At some point, I was kind of not thinking very well as I remember just closing and opening my cell phone without doing anything substantial at all; my body was trembling for no reason. The journey was to take a whole 24 hours, where we would pass via Uganda a land of bananas. After some distance, the tension was over and became normal; I started talking to my seatmate, a Ugandan at the same time an inspired person to become a pastor. At some point, I had that relaxed feeling because I was running through counties of my country Kenya so I decided to have a nap so that in the morning, I can be able to explore the natural scenery of Uganda. The bus stopped at the Nakuru booking office for everyone to buy or eat something before the long journey continues. It was as if I was dreaming; a wired language came to my mind as I was sleeping that made me wake up in unusual behavior, and with tense, little did I know that we were at the border for inspection and clearance. At the border, you could see guys with a bundle of cash calling out, "Change money! Change money!". The money changers were kind of very untidy and looked as if they are excellent in corning travelers since it's very tricky to know the exchange rate and the calculations off-head. There was this lady who had issues with the immigration staff where she had overstayed in Kenya. She was delayed to continue with the journey, the bus had no option, but to leave her behind. That aside, we who had no problems had the opportunity to pursue and explore the land of Museveni when the sun was starting to rise. Uganda is such a beautiful land with people who are very active, it is 6 AM, but the way Ugandans are you may think it is noon. Everybody was just busy doing something constructive. I was amazed by them. I had a whole day to weigh all those bad and good things about Uganda with my counterpart, who was taking me through the history of the country as my tour guide. Unfortunately, he reached his destination and alighted, leaving me behind just to watch as the bus moves on. We reached the Rwandan border at about 6 PM; the surrounding was so clean compared to Ugandan, the area was so quiet like no one lived around, things were moving systematically with an order. I had a joyful spirit when I stepped into the country.