As we drive into the centre of Nyamirambo, past the famous Biryogo mosque, the area is a notch calmer than usual, although it is still by far more alive than any other sector of Kigali Province.
The muezzin sounds the call for the late afternoon prayers. The crescendo of the call eclipses the other local sounds — of auto horns, buyers and customers haggling, a beautiful cacophony that has formed an indelible identity of the place.
