Growing up in Kigali, I used to admire a young man who carried on his shoulders another young man with Lymphedema, a disability of swollen legs. They dwelt around downtown Kigali, begging. The entire time I’d thought the fit young man had sacrificed his life to support the one with disability to make a living, I was wrong! The real beggar, as my aunt explained to me, was the fit young man.
