Damsel in distress...where's my hero?? 19 YEARS LATER ( PART 3)

"My hero... :) :) :) "

Droopy and dripple!! :)

Thers's no hiding my love for cartoons, but mostly when cartoons were cartoons,that is Tom n Jerry, tweety,Droopy and Dripple, bugs bunny, road runner, flintstones,pink panther,the Jetsons, Scooby Doo,Johnny Bravo,Sonic The Hedgehog...my list is endless.

But am not writing about cartoons,this was just a random thought that brought more random thoughts,that were mostly inspired by a dream.

This dream had a hero in it.the dream made me go back to the days when i would wake up so early on saturdays just to catch my favourite toons and watch them for hours still glued to the telly.I loved the scenes when some pretty lil damsel was captured by an evil villain only to be saved by a handsome hero ( reality should be more like that!)

Those were priceless and cherished moments for me,and if i could shrink back to my kid size clothes and body,i would relive them all over again with no regrets!! Reminiscing about those old days brought me to an even deeper kind of memory,that asked me this question: "how would my childhood look like if i had spent the past 19 years back here at home, in Rwanda.Would i still be who i am today?"

Being back home ( still getting used to calling it home) was weird, in a good/odd kind of way. When i walk through the streets and see people pass me by i can't help but wonder about the people i should have grown up with or the things i would have done if i had lived here.Its all wishful thinking, but i know better than to keep dwelling on the past, and i know that things always happen for a reason even when the circumstances were the worst.

This trip back home has helped me realize the intensity of how one simple change of events can pave the way for a completely different path in life.The atrocities of a genocide should never be repeated NEVER!!

Seeing how the the country has struggled to put the past behind it in a spurn of 19 years and rebuild itself,is really something to commend its remarkable! Makes me think that there was and there still is a hero saving this beautiful country.

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