Hewa Rwanda

Every year, Dorcy Rugamba returns to his family home in Kigali, with always the ivy on the walls, the calla lilies and flamingo flowers on the terrace, the palm tree and papaya tree at the entrance, Mount Jali to the north and Mount Kigali to the south. But for years, it was impossible for him to return.

In this reading, which is at once a love letter to those who are no longer with us, a hymn to life, and part of the worship of ancestors, Dorcy Rugamba addresses his father, his mother, and all those who are no longer there. He recounts what he saw and learned from them, the child and young man he once was, and the time it took afterwards to accept the unacceptable. He gets as close as possible to the absent, honouring their memory and their lives, exploring the world of the past to convey its beauty and poetry, and asks himself: how can we put into words what is out of reach?

A leading figure on the Rwandan cultural scene, the writer Dorcy Rugamba offers us a deeply moving account, conveyed by a voice of rare intensity.

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Season 2025·2026