looking for a good story

Fallen On Earth

@martinofreraPalma de Mallorca, Comunidad Autónoma de las Islas Baleares, España

looking for a good story

Hey people! I will be in Uganda/Rwanda/Kenya for 45 days. It is for holidays, I am a backpacker. But as I have plenty of time I was thinking about doing something with my camera. I work in the film industry as assistant director, so despite I am not (yet) a videomaker I was thinking that I could try to do something. To have a personal project. Photos would be easier than video. A positive story would be easier too as I won't have enough time for doing research. So if something is happening or something happened around you and you think that it deserves to be tell....text me and lets think about it.

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Prosper M.

@prosper-musemakweriKigali, Kigali, Ruanda

Vagabond meets Rwanda” Story Final

When the rain started, I was on my way to a post office. I had a small umbrella but the rain became too hard, so I ran into a nearby shop. There was a small kitchen inside, and a man was making samosa there. “Can I have some samosas?” Putting my umbrella on the floor and sitting at a table, I asked the man. “Five minutes.” Gave me a smile and said him. The shop had a balcony behind, rice fields and hills stretched as far as the eye could see. I was gazing outside blankly when the man said my samosas were ready. The freshly-made samosas filled my body and soul with satisfaction. The rain had already stopped. As I paid the price, I asked the man his name. “I’m Carrist,” he replied. “Oh, sounds like Christ, doesn’t it?” Hearing me said so, he laughed. “Thanks for the good samosas,” I said and left the shop. Soon after I remembered that I forgot my umbrella. When Carrist saw me coming back, he said “You forgot your parents’ love?” I didn’t understand what he meant. “When the rain stopped, you forgot your umbrella which protected you from the rain.” He continued. “It’s like when you became independent you forgot what your parents had done for you when you were young.” Smiled and said him. “Ah, you’re right.” So responded, I neatly furled my umbrella and went out of the shop. While walking to a post office I wondered if I would ever remember my parents if I left my umbrella somewhere again.

Nsabimana C.

@nsabima28798006Kigali, Kigali, Ruanda

How can I met you here there is my what’s up number. +250788401439 I am very interested about you projects I wish I can advice again Thank you