Thanksgiving, Umuganura


I called my sister from work to tell her  happy thanksgiving and she told me she was asleep and was dreaming eating maize, you know the multicolored maize? This one: photo-1471199855351-450fa931304c

Umuganura is a public holiday in Rwanda, observed on the first Friday in August.

Also known also as Thanksgiving Day or National harvest day, it is a celebration of the beginning of the harvest.

Let me share a bit of history

Umuganura means ‘first-fruits festival’ and can be dated back over a thousand years. It is one of the most important festivals and holidays in Rwanda.

Despite its long history, Umuganura has only been a public holiday since 2011. Its celebration was suppressed during Rwanda’s colonial period.

The focus of the traditional Umuganura was to give the harvest the blessing of the ancestors. This would happen first at a family level focused on that family’s ancestors, then the community would come together to have a wider celebration.

Nowadays, while the festival is still seen as having a focus on the harvest – giving thanks for the current year and a time to think about how to improve future harvests, it is also an opportunity for a yearly celebration of achievements from all sectors that contribute to the development of the country.

So this also marks my New year, I am three days into this new year and waah, so much can happen in a year.

My last year, 2017/2018 was a learning curve. I left my post as a student leader, I gave my self to love and laugh and I tried out new things, very many new things.

What I am thankful is cooked food. My roommates, I would come home to cooked food since January this year. The love in our house was and is amazing.

Now One of my girl’s is married. Urugo Ruhire, Mamy!

One of us lost her dad, RIP papa Vava.

But we thank God almighty.

So plans for this year.

 

Travel. Travel and eat and travel once more. TRAVEL. So help me God.

What are you thankful for this month?

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