Chronicles of a Burundian Lover

This Burundian Life

Malade d’amour (3ème partie)

(Cliquez ici pour la 2ème partie) Quelques jours plus tard, je reçus un appel plein d’insulte de la femme de Gonzague: « Tu savais que je te considérais comme la fille que je n’avais jamais eue et maintenant, tu veux me piquer mon mari. Iyo ngeso y’abakobwa b’i...

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Malade d’amour (2ème partie)

(Cliquez ici pour lire la 1ère partie) Je n’oublierai jamais cette soirée. Je le voyais de dos en entrant dans le restaurant. Il lui tenait la main et lui chuchotait des choses qui la faisaient rire. Elle était rayonnante dans sa robe rouge et heureuse comme une femme...

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Malade d’amour (1ère partie)

Son sourire béat remplit son visage. Elle m’a reconnue. Elle vient me tirer par ses mains frêles et nous courons à travers ces longs couloirs qui résonnent pour s’asseoir sous son arbre préféré. Aujourd’hui, c’est un jour « bon ». Les médecins nous ont informé: « Cela...

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Were you worth it?

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...

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Relationships, explained

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...

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Ushaka kuba umugabo?

I am 100% Burundian, shaped like a typical Burundian girl: slim above the waist but thick af below... So back in 2012, I was a student at a local University (I live in Alberta, Canada). Everything was good until I met this Burundian guy through a mutual friend. We...

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My Rwandan prince charming

His mind was so mind blowing I wanted to study him. We were so different. He’s this religious guy and I barely go to church (literally). He doesn’t drink and I’m Burundian (need I say more?). We had completely different opinions about almost everything: topics such as...

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Dear Ashley (Part 3)

Part 3: the End. (Click here to read Part 1) (Click here to read Part 2) Hello Ash! This one will be quite short. I am very grateful to God; this really was such wonderful therapy. I should have done it earlier. See, it wasn’t just about letting my hurt and anger out...

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Rukundo…

Uva he? Impinga n'imihingo nagenze, Ntaho nakubonye. Usa gute? Abeza bose, Bamwe twumva ngo bitwa Maziyateke, Ntawe nabonye musa. Rukundo, Ko ivy'ubu vyose umuntu avyiga, Hari n'abiga kwigisha, Mbere n'abiga kwiga. Ariko, Nabuze aho bigisha ivyawe. Rukundo, Nganira...

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Dear Ashley (Part 2)

Part 2: From Heartbreak to Heartbreak (Click here to read Part 1) Hello Ash! Now that I’ve already introduced you to everyone, I guess I can talk to you straight up. It took me a while to have the courage to start this letter, and I honestly still don’t know where I...

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Dear Ashley

(Part 1) Before I write to you, I have to introduce you to the world I am about to share this letter with. I chose to call you Ashley, because I knew you would read it and know exactly that it is meant for you, and also know who it is from... Once upon a time, I had a...

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Commitment phobia

A man. By the end of this year, all of my close (male) friends will be married. Even the friend nobody thought would ever get married. Well, there's this one friend whom everybody suspects is gay, but he is always talking about girls, his future wife and blablabla, so...

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