Regular readers of this blog want more of the adventures of my landlord’s son, Manzi, aka ‘Melvin.’ Last Saturday, I bought a toaster in Kigali. No one seems to have a toaster in this rural area of Rwanda and Melvin was very intrigued by it. He wanted to know how it worked and checked out all aspects of it. He made toast and slathered it with chocolate spread. When I made toast for myself, the fire detector that Peace Corps gave me went off. Melvin ran around with his hands over his ears. When he came over the next day to make toast, he asked me why didn’t the alarm say, “Fire! Fire!” again. (It was because I move the toaster from my kitchen to my living room.)