We surely all know what it means to move countries right?
When I got a visa to come to Belgium, I knew no one. I had a relative or two in some corners of theirs but for reasons and circumstances, they couldn’t host me.
A dear uncle of mine, knew this lady and her family. He asked her if she could host me- of course for a rent. She agreed, and set the price at € 300 and they had a deal for 6 months.
He gave me that as a surprise package and his support for my future endeavours. I then prayed that this lady from far off Rwanda, be more than a landlady of mine.
She came and picked me up from the airport and took me to her warm family. We had a special meal that night and she briefed and prepared me for the realities to face as much as she could.
She gave me my first boots – actually two of hers and although we weren’t sharing shoe sizes, I was so touched to have and squeeze my feet in them. I have since passed them on to some other less fortunate person.
She did all a big sister could in her best and possible means and she even became a friend and confidant too. I think I got much more from her than the contrary.
Today, I no longer live with her and I am doing much better. Yet Angelique and I are still so close.
My friend and I visited her during the christmas season and she dared screamed at the modest gifts we brought for her daughter and herself.
That is my Angelique and her name really tells it all. I truly wish her all the best now and always as she struggles with her own issues and life.