Land of a Thousand Hills – An Afternoon in Rwanda

Date:9/10/2025

There are landscapes that seem to whisper stories, and then there are those that sing them aloud. Rwanda’s afternoon hills belong to the latter. The light here is softer — not the blinding gold of noon, nor the fading amber of dusk. It touches every fold of the land gently, as though blessing it.

Standing at the ridge, you see life moving slowly — children in uniforms returning home, farmers carrying bundles of green on their heads, and somewhere in the distance, the hum of Kigali, vibrant yet calm. The hills are never still; they rise and fall like a conversation between the land and the sky.

Every time I pause in such a place, I am reminded how rhythm is not just found in music but in the way light changes, in the laughter that echoes across the valley, in the hush before evening prayers begin.

Rwanda, the land of a thousand hills, teaches you this — that beauty does not demand attention; it invites presence.

Author: Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah