Thought Therapy

The life   I never lived Stories   left to tell,sorrows left behind.. To walk in their shoes to get a peace of mind..                           To think about it, when I can never feel it.                       To   think about it,   when   I never saw it.              Pictures can’t   tell half the story,            Left with nothing but an empty memory…                         If I could travel back through time,                  ...

   For the past two and a half   months,   I have gone through some normal moments and some extraordinary ones too.Writing about my experience back home in Rwanda has been the hardest to capture, from the point of view of some people it may seem like a normal visit ( sometimes that’s what I think too) but other times which seem like precious moments hidden somewhere in my mind, the experience has been exteraordinary!! Finding the right words won’t cut it, yet not finding the right words wouldn’t do justice to some of those precious moments.    Going back to Gitarama was probably the climax of my visit, I went back home and by home I mean where I was raised for 2 years…where my parents were born,where it all began!! Driving through that countryside was like walking through a time machine ,the only difference was that I had no idea of what moment in time I had gone back to.   It has taken me a week  to write this down a...