This Burundian Life is an open blog dedicated to stories and opinions of Burundians and non-Burundians who have experienced life, “à la Burundaise”. Launched in June 2013, we strive to bring you inspiring, thought-provoking, humorous and entertaining stories all in one place. We want you to see Burundi the way we see it: its unique beauty, flaws, aspirations… its journey. The stories you’ll read here are written by contributors from all around the world, and are in English, French, Kirundi or igitowner (a hip blend of all three).
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Les croquemorts ressentent-ils la douleur de leurs «clients» alors que plus les gens meurent, plus ils gagnent? Réflexion. On a tous perdu un proche. La tristesse, les pleurs, les cris, le chagrin, l’incertitude, le désespoir,... Cela est le commun des comportements...read more
She was a smart student, and not because all parents say they were. I actually stumbled upon some of her high school transcripts one day, and they were spotless. I was pleasantly surprised (not to say that I expected her to be dumb or anything). She could have become...read more
Dear Aki, At the end of the day Sitting under a starry sky Staring at the moon That full moon I was fond of The time I was leading a carefree life I ask my inner self Were you worth it? Texting all the day Chatting till the middle of the night Sharing tons of laughs...read more
Dear future kids, I grew up in a Burundian home where the subject of relationships and many other topics were nonexistent. As a result, I might have trouble explaining different things to you, but this is me trying my best in case I take after my parents. I will use...read more
Dear Natacha, I read your story and felt like I should give a try answering a few of your questions, or enlightening you on some of your confusions. Before I start, please understand that I’m only speaking from my own experiences. It is also a few minutes past 2AM. If...read more
Today a clown burned the city / And the people ran for their lives In flames. Smoke. Black-Red ashes. / A city in ruins, is it still a city? In a dark night silence echoes: / A people in fear, is it still a people? Triumphant the clown laughed / And the people mourned...read more
Je m’appelle Mélanie. Je suis née dans les années 1980. Je suis Africaine, je suis Burundaise. Je n’ai pas connu la colonisation et je n’ai pas eu d’enseignants Européens à l’école. J’ai évolué dans un milieu majoritairement Burundais. Tout au long de mon parcours,...read more
Tu viens de terminer ton premier cycle universitaire, la question t’a été posée. Pas encore ? Attends un peu, elle n'est pas loin, elle vient. Sous différents formes peut être, du genre: « nta bishasha? » « Uri mubiki? Uratunyoteje! » Ils n'attendront pas que tu aies...read more