Through Second Generation Eyes

Through Second Generation Eyes

My parents were born in Burundi. Matana for my dad and Gitega for my mother. They grew up in one of the refugee camps that housed displaced Rwandans. That is the life they knew growing up. They went to school and came home to squalid conditions, barely eating, always...

Letter to Burundi

Dear Burundi, I only spent four days with you and unfortunately you didn’t have enough time to share details on the whirlwind series of events you faced this year; yet yesterday morning when our eyes locked for a few minutes, I felt palpable sorrows through what only...
Burundian Unity

Burundian Unity

A post by Amadeus I am not Burundian. This is probably the phrase I utter the most on a daily basis since I arrived in Burundi in August 2014, greetings notwithstanding, so I decided to get it out of the way. However, I love Burundi.  Burundi is my favorite country in...
Ode To A Mukeke

Ode To A Mukeke

By Jim I found myself a wee bit hungry Had a grumble in my tummy Had only Monopoly money To find a meal that satisfies We ambled to a small café Requested “Le carte, sil vous plait,” When mine eyes espied the Mukeke Served grilled along with Frenchie Fries “Pardon,...
Watching Robin Hood

Watching Robin Hood

By “Bjorn in Burundi” Entertainment options are, to put it lightly, slim in Cankuzo. On an ideal day I spend my 2 hours at lunch and 3-4 hours between getting off work and going to bed in some combination of eating, watching a movie or show on my laptop...

An incident with the traffic Police

By Faustin L. Kanuma Picture source: ethicsofisl.ubc.ca I first came to Burundi in August 2004. I came looking for business opportunities and a new challenge in life. Burundi, then was recovering from a long civil war with the main rebel group having accepted to down...