My Words My Legacy

There comes a time in life when waking up early to write a blog post simply means that the most important things in life are never hard to find ,that writing down thoughts can be treasured happy moments of my life..AND

THAT the mystery behind the unknown is the unknown itself,

THAT things never work out because other things needed to work out instead,

THAT finding yourself is never about you,

THAT working hard only pays off when you are truly happy with what you’ve accomplished,

THAT hard times only last as long as the good times,

THAT you will never understand everyone and not everyone will understand you,

THAT love is a choice and not an emotion,

THAT craziness is just a measure of how different humans are,

THAT life always has a lesson in store for you even if you realize it 10 years down the line,

THAT any family is as perfect as its imperfections,

THAT having it all simply means being truly happy minus the superficial stuff,

THAT giving up sometimes means accepting what wasn’t meant to be and going for what was meant to be,

THAT every moment worth living for is a moment worth fighting for,

THAT God controls the past , the present and future…so am okay with THAT!

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A million tears in a thousand hills

It's hard to forget something that turns your life upside down ,it's harder still not to wonder how life would have been like growing up in the land of a thousand hills..Sometimes am grateful that i was too young to know the evil that was happening during the Rwandan Genocide..then at other times i keep picturing the lives torn apart and destroyed by the wave of tribal hate. Its during such times that i realize that the impact of such an atrocity is far greater than remembering every single act committed. My memories for the 1994 Rwandan Genocide are like a blank page slowly being filled by the stories am told..endless accounts of nights of terror and days of struggle.Some lived to tell their stories while others had nothing but a corpse to re-tell their 100 days of horror.The one thing that has always disturbed my conscious was the question why?Why shed the blood?Why let innocent lives get tortured ?Why kill another just like you? It's like a story of t...

19 years later..

The past three weeks of my life have been a dream come true...not because i have stumbled into a load of cash or become a celebrity overnight. I have done nothing that seems out of the ordinary, but this event has and will forever change my life.I have no idea how to put it all in writing cause sometimes it still feels unreal. That dream came when i arrived in the land of a thousand hills,my home country Rwanda! I packed my bags so fast(still in shock).I got on a bus(still in shock)n i saw my home country..still in shock!! It happened so fast and time has gone so fast..after 19 years of being away from a country i can hardly call home,i finally got to see where i was from,its like knowing a part of yourself that you didn't get a chance to live out. I won't deny that i missed home,sometimes it felt( and still does) like i was a foreigner in my own home,everyone speaks the same language that am able to speak but when i try to speak,it sounds so foreign!I...

In another life...

"I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us" If these words were sang as a sort of world anthem,then i think the world would be a much better place in some ways.I heard the song over the weekend and just one listen to it was enough to get my mind buzzing and for some time now i had never really found a song to say just what i felt until i heard B.O.B on the radio rapping it out for the whole world to hear. So this morning,thanks to google i just found out that there are close to 7 billion people in the world...and am one of them!!So why in the world would such a song be of any help to me when am faced with this huge number of strangers i call my fellow human beings??How is it possible that in my own little ,maybe even meaningless capacity, i could help so many( 7 billion!!!!)???....but when i heard the chorus to this song "I wish I was strong enough to lift not one bu...

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