As we drove down the dirt road and turned beneath the gate, we were greeted with sound. And not just sound but joyful praise.
Bubanza was alive with music.
I slid out of the backseat of the SUV, still unsure what I was walking into. How do you prepare yourself to attend a well dedication? How do you know what to expect from a celebration of clean water?
I walked toward the sound, dozens of children singing and clapping. Just behind them, a crowd of women singing and dancing. I was mesmerized by the expressions on their faces. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand the song. Joy needs no translation.
Read the rest of Leigh’s reflection over at SheLoves Magazine!