Stories of our lives

This Burundian Life

Mama

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...

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Real Friendship, tout simplement

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...

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Mere Irony

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...

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Chronicles of a Burundian savage: Intro.

Based on a true story. Strong language included. 18+ My name is Pablo. I’m a creep on social media; the guy that always leaves thirsty comments on your girl’s posts on Instagram, and DMs her on Snapchat... Yeah that’s me. Pablo is not my real name of course. But wait,...

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Real friends, à la Burundaise.

Photo copyright: Nelson Niyakire It’s a Thursday night, it’s almost 2AM. I have work in the morning and yet I’m sipping on my Sauvignon Blanc, conversing with Tricia and Nadine (aliases, for the sake of anonymity). The three of us, all originating from different...

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Histoire d’une Murundikazi: Ornella Miringa

Ornella est mon amie d'enfance. Avec elle, j'ai partagé la vie sous ses différentes couleurs. Moments d'encouragements lorsque l'une de nous n'avait pas la force de continuer, lorsque tout était fade... Moments de rire aussi. Un fou rire quand on se rappelait combien...

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On moving on

I’m the type of person who would elope. Well, I would (probably) never marry anyone my parents, close family and friends do not know about (and approve, to some extent), but I could certainly says the vows, receive the blessing, and sign the papers in a tiny ceremony...

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Souvenirs d’une quinquagénaire: 2ème partie

Cliquez ici pour lire la 1ère Partie. Chaque fois que l’un de ses enfants a eu un quelconque problème, mon père n’a jamais hésité à entreprendre les démarches qu’il fallait, et cela pour le bien-être de notre famille. Ainsi, le lendemain, il se rendit de bonne heure à...

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The Utopia

I remember the day like it was yesterday. The day I first landed at J.F. Kennedy International airport. How could one forget about a dream they cherished for so long? It was finally coming true. It was also the beginning of a long journey for someone who only knew...

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Souvenirs d’une quinquagénaire

1ère Partie. Quand j’eus six ans, je fus inscrite à l’école primaire du coin, située à peu près à deux  kilomètres de chez nous. A notre époque, cela était loin d’être une chose ordinaire ; c’était plutôt une chance pour les habitants de la région car notre petite...

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Je le lui ai presque dit

J’allais le lui dire. Je le voulais. C’est mon meilleur ami, il sait tout sur moi … Bon, presque tout. Ce gars connait mon meilleur, aussi bien que mon pire. C’est la première personne que j’appelle quand j’ai de bonnes nouvelles, et je sais qu’il est vraiment heureux...

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