A post-birthday note. Travelling with Prisca😍

Delice Mukazi
May 3
3 min read

I don’t know why it took me so long to write about this. Maybe I was still basking in the joy of it all, trying to fully digest what had just happened. Because—wow—what a beautiful, sweet month April turned out to be. There’s something deeply peaceful about leaving the rush of your twenties behind.

I spent three days at home treating the flu, but by the evening of my birthday, I was already feeling better. Come Friday morning, I was back to my usual self—sharp and ready. I had been praying for this day, having rebooked a cozy spot by Lake Muhazi. The plan? Pure relaxation with my girl, Prisca.

Of course, the birthday came with plenty of amazing gifts—I'm still receiving some, actually! Ngira gutya nkabona pa! hari akantu bampaye ngo nkuzanire. What a love! Gorgeous bouquets of flowers, heartfelt surprises… But more than anything, I felt the deep, genuine love of my friends. They really know how to love me well.

Around 11 a.m. on Friday, we hit the road to Muhazi. I loved how simple and adventurous we kept it: bikes to Nyabugogo, a bus to Cyamutara, and then more bikes to our final destination. We said a firm "No" to taking a cab. The breeze, the views—yo! It felt like heaven. I felt alive.

This story isn’t really about the logistics though. It’s about traveling with Prisca. That trip reminded me just how deeply my girls love me. For the first time, I set aside my “strong girl” title and let someone else take care of me. And you know what? It felt okay—not guilty, not ashamed. Just okay.

My only task was booking the room, which I did. From the moment we arrived, Prisca took over. No questions, no discussions—she just acted. I believe "acts of service" must be her love language.

We spent three days there. On the first night, it was so cold we needed tea before bed. Prisca looked at the menu and scoffed, “Is this a joke? Who sells tea at this price?” Next thing I knew, she was in the kitchen. They handed us a huge flask (3.2L) of hot water, some tea bags and sugar, and just like that, she made sure I had tea every day until we left. She made sure I ate. She made sure I lacked nothing.

Prisca is a people person—she charmed everyone. I don't know how or what Kinyarwanda she spoke, but we were treated like guests of honor. While I minded my own business, she became friends with everyone. Because me when I see water, bye bye!

Our only responsibilities were eating, enjoying the views, and sleeping. But Prisca? She told me stories—of life, of dreams, of being a big girl in this world. She showed me what healthy friendship looks like.

Do you know what it means to travel with Prisca?

Wait—do you know who Prisca is?

Yes, I know God orchestrated it all, but Prisca is the friend who brought me back to Him. She’s the one who introduced me to Jesus. So, traveling with Prisca means doing Bible study while eating breakfast. I can now recite the entire story of Ruth—not because I read it, but because she read it to me when I didn’t feel like reading.

Traveling with Prisca means pausing to dance for the Lord.

*Us dancing to "Uri Imana y'akandi karyo"*

Instead of gossiping, we listened to Apostle Joshua Selman's sermons. Her random thoughts? Always filled with “there is a scripture that says,” “Jesus said that,” “The Holy Spirit told me…”" It’s written that", and I would go in the Bible and highlight. Traveling with Prisca felt like traveling with Heaven.

She prayed with me and for me. She reminded me of God’s love for me. She even gave me a beautiful Bible when I got baptized—and yes, it’s the one I brought on the trip.

When it got cold, she covered me and made me tea. On the last night, she said, “Let’s watch a movie!” With her phone, a speaker, and cups of tea, in our little 'Canal Olympia' we did just that.