I went to a wedding at the Catholic cathedral. A colleague from the Teacher Training College was getting married. Because the school is run by the De La Salle Brothers, all teachers can automatically have the use of the cathedral for weddings. I was feeling a bit of a lemon because usually when I go to this sort of thing, I go with a Rwandan friend who tells me who’s who and what I am supposed to do. So I looked around for a familiar face when I arrived and saw no one. In fact I spent the first 20 minutes of the service wondering if I had gone to the wrong wedding. When the two couples (it was a joint service – quite common here – you can see up to half a dozen couples making use of the same church service) went up to the front, I was relieved to see Bonaventure and work out that I was in the right place. I had seen the bride enter but I didn’t know her anyway.
The rain began about half way through and thanks to the corrugated iron roof, was looking likely to completely drown out the choir. The main doors were closed and the rain thundered on. As cathedrals go, this one is like most in Rwanda but would hardly be recognised as such from the inside in England. The seats are low backless benches screwed to the concrete floor. The ceiling is pretty high, because the building is so big but the roof is nearly flat. There are huge banners with Bible quotations and behind the altar is draped in yards of glossy fabric – the same type they use for wedding reception rooms or marquees, political rallies and public meetings. The colour is often changed according to the season, so for Easter it was yellow and then for Pentecost it was changed to red. Now it is green and I am not sure what that is for.
The one thing every church and cathedral has is a good p.a. system. Even at village weddings, where the reception is in the front yard or the street in front of the couple’s new home, you can see hired generators and speaker systems complete with radio mics and a harassed looking “technician”, usually somebody’s brother who likes to look cool with the gear and hopes he can make it work. I went to one where everything was delayed for nearly an hour while someone went to buy petrol for the generator.
At the end, the priests and attendants led the way out (there are always so many of them!), followed by the first couple, then the choir and then Bonaventure and Marie-Alice. When we got outside, the rain had stopped, the cheesy recorded backing stopped and the drums took over, while the choir continued to sing throughout the ceremony of greeting the bride and groom. Definitely the jolliest bit so far. Close up, I realised why I had not seen any other colleagues in the congregation – they were all in the choir.
The reception was in the school hall, likewise fitted with fixed low benches. We had more from the choir, with Bonaventure singing and conducting and his new wife trying fairly unsuccessfully to look like she was enjoying it. There was no formal traditional dancing, but when the choir had finished the drums took over again and we had some general dancing in Rukiga style, which involves a lot of jumping. It is very unusual for the general crowd to join in like this and I really enjoyed it. Usually weddings are strictly a spectator sport.
Speaking of which, I am going to a hotel nearby to watch football tomorrow – I think England are playing Sweden. See what paucity of entertainment can do for you. Apparently the food there is good …
Anyway I’ll have a night out with a few friends.