My heart about dropped...

We had some guests over just a few days ago and boy was it refreshing to just hang out with friends. We journeyed through a steep path through the valley to go to the market and show them the few "nice things" about our home province. As we were in the market, I was swamped by maybe... 50 people or so, and then 50 more, and so on as I walked up the steps to the next level. (I haven't brought Malaki to the market yet, and they were SO excited to finally see him). To get away from all the commotion, I left Isai with Gary and Sara and went to the top of the market that they wouldn't be in the midst of all those people. About 3 minutes later, I look down at the level they were on and see hundreds of people rioting, screaming and running. I'm thinking.... oh no... please let that not have anything to do with Isai or our friends (who are visiting us for the first time!)... I run down there with Malaki looking for them anxiously, yelling "umugabo wanje ari hehe?"! After asking about 5 people, one calming points to the top of the market up the hill and I see Isai plain and clear... thank God. So many things ran through my head, as I could imagine if someone tried to steal from us or our friends, Isai would of surely picked the person up over his head... and so on. Always protective, which is a comfortably beautiful thing to have someone like that around living in Burundi!

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Anyhow, it was a boy who had stolen a girls metal box with her money in it; once the locals saw what he did, they ran him down, beat him down, and I didn't see the ending... although I can be sure that he won't do something like that again. Sad situation as it is, how happy I was that all that mess had absolutely nothing to do with us, or our friends who we invited to the mountains for a good time!
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Today, I am simply happy that the power is back after a day and a half.... once again I find an appreciation for electricity...! All our love...