Morning rises over Rwanda’s thousand hills with the scent of roasted coffee and fresh banana bread drifting through the air. Smoke curls from clay kitchens, and the sound of laughter mingles with the rhythm of wooden spoons stirring pots of cassava leaves. In Rwanda, food isn’t simply eaten — it’s shared, sung, and celebrated. Across the country, meals are more than sustenance — they’re a reflection of community. Every plate tells a story of unity, gratitude, and resilience.