uMwizerwa wa Ngoboka

I am the second born, this means that I had someone to look up to. My big brother has not always been very close to me, namely when we were young. I was closest to my little sister because there was only 2 years gap between us. To my big brother, I felt like the clumsy annoying little sister. We would run through the house screaming when he was doing homework, and we imitated everything he did. We all wanted to be medical doctors, my brother would be a surgeon, me an ophthalmologist, my sister a pediatrics. We would create a hospital with my two cousins a nurse and lab worker, then our mother would be the manager and our father the CEO.It was the perfect plan. Then I realised that being a doctor meant working with troubled people all the time, and I did not want any of that. So I dropped my dream to be in any medical field, but I had no other dreams to take on. So I went in the grey area of indecision. My brother on the other side kindled his love for med school. He took physics, C...

Every soul a star, The soul that knows when to hold your hand, The soul that will listen to you no matter how much nonsense you say, The soul that will walk with you through thick and thin, That is the Gashora Soul. Every Soul a star, Hers is a supporter, No matter how bad you feel, No matter how much you push her away, She will always hold you through hardest time She has the Gashora soul. She is the mother, Though she has not yet given birth, And though we all left our mothers at home, She will fill up that void, Remind you to sleep, Tell you to eat veggies. Just like your mother. She is a believer She knows that everything happens for a reason She knows there is a power bigger than us, and that is God Even if when we lost a classmate, She turned onto God, Because she knew He will take her to heaven And there is no reason to cry She is the Jokester, Even when your eyes are filled with tears, Even when your heart is filled with darkness, You won’t hel...

I have seen it all People fighting for money People selling their children People killing family and friends for survival I have seen it all Children insulting their parents Little kid running from their homes Living without knowing what tomorrow holds. The anger, the hatred I have lived through. Why is the world this bad? Why are the people that cruel?

A letter to My 10 Year-old Self: Your becoming. Dear young me, Stop complaining that you are ugly. You’re not ugly. Rather you’re a perfect manipulation of God’s artistic eye. Love yourself. And people worth of your love will love you more for this, pumpkin. I understand that some nights you will feel like crawling out of your own skin. I assure you, my dear self, you are not a terrible person for hating your own colour. There are some things you won’t understand at such a young age, and that is why you need a couple of more years to come to terms with acceptance. But again, some other days you will fall in love with your own body and that is okay because you surely belong to yourself. Yourself alone. In the middle of February nights, you will be caught up thinking that life would have been different if your elder brother was still alive. And that is not okay, because you are still hung up on someone who left ten years ago. During March, you will sometimes feel like hugging every...

As mentioned in a previous blog, I am a geek. In addition I am in love with Math. This is an all time love, and I hope it will never end. But the love did not come over night. It was a process, and it still grows. Below are the reasons that kindled the love. 1. It is logical 2. It is infinite, no matter how many books you read, you will still find new stuff 3. It is fun, no matter how much people find math tiring, I always have fun   when I do math problems 4. It sharpens up our minds. Can not thank math well enough for how I am able to find answers to most questions 5. It is applicable in every field. 6. It is hard, everything that is hard intrigues me because It's​ a challenge worth taking 7. It explains everything in life 8. It never changes, the numbers will always be there even if the world turns upside down 9. Without math, Life as we know it would not exist 10. Math is LIFE

Where's the "good" in goodbye? Where's the "nice" in nice try? Where's the "us" in trust gone? Where's the soul in "soldier​ on" No good in good bye, the script. Today, a school mate and friend passed away. She had a heart condition that was diagnosed too late. She was a jolly girl. Despite her difficulty in public speaking, she volunteered to president over the assembly. We laughed at her funny accent often times, and the headmaster wasn't happy with us. He would stand up and praise her courage to make such a step. I am usually introverted, so​I hadn't tried to know her on a personal basis. However, it did not lessen the pain of losing her in any ways. I cried so hard on that gloomy afternoon. I guess nature felt the loss too. That night we were attacked by some insects and had to eat dinner in classes and outside. With bloodshot eyes, we eat dinner with the weight of loss in our hearts. She was the second Gas...

You start seeing the crazy thing you used to do as simply stupid Your classmates/ schoolmates start getting married. The time seems to move very fast You have to worry about things like elecricity bills, phone bills When you see children, you want to get your own babies Your agemates start giving birth You have to worry about loans

Razors pain you, Rivers are damp; Acids stain you, and drugs cause cramps. Guns aren't lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful... you might as well live. ~Dorothy Parker

As I sat there waiting My heart was thumping hard My hands were wet My mind was clouded I looked back in the past My life have I wasted, My friends I abandoned, My happiness I destroyed. Suddenly the door opens, My future has been decided, Though it’ll be hard, And no one will be there for me I will claim my life I will walk through fire I will run in the rain I won’t look back The best lies ahead

Je t’aime maman, Pour tout l’amour que tu m’as offerte Pour tous les sacrifices faits Pour toutes les nuits blanches passes Je t’aime maman, Pour le jour que tu m’as mise au monde Pour le jour où tu m’as apprise à marcher Pour le jour où tu m’as emmené a l’école Je t’aime maman, Je n’oublierai jamais ta jolie voix Je porterais au Cœur ton sourire illuminant Je suivrais toutes te conseilles Je t’aime maman, Pour cela, je ne te décevrais jamais Pour cela, je ne te ferais jamais pleurer Pour cela, je ne t’inquiéterais   jamais Maman, L’amour que tu me donne est Plus immense que l’univers, Plus belle que le levée de soleil Plus profonde que l’océan Pacifique

Once upon a time, I was sick. I did not take it seriously and continued to live like a normal person. It was a monday morning, I had woken up at one thirty in the morning, at four a.m I went for a jog, and then went to the hospital at around nine. By ten thirty, I had received all the medical care that I needed. I had an appointment with someone, but I could not reach him.  To kill time, I decided to go to the US embassy. I wanted to sign up to use their E-library. As I was on the opposite side of the road, I had to walk from Sonatubes to Gisement. It was a tiring walk, but I could not take a motorcycle while I had two functioning legs. I went to the embassy, read the black book, and then signed up for the E-library. I tried to call the person we were to meet, but I still could not reach him. I went to the bus stop, but there were no buses around. I passed a whole hour waiting for a bus, but none came. Then I got lucky, and an almost empty bus going to Remera stopped right in...

It was an evening just like any other. I was doing my preps, getting ready for mocks. The days had been rough. I had to work ultra hard, if I was to succed in exams. Out of the blue, our headmaster, entered the preproom. I thought it was normal, because he usually came to check up on us. He came to me, and then told me about a competition that was to take place. In reality, he did not know what it was about. All he knew was that the winners would go to South Korea for the international competition. I did not feel like doing it. I had mocks, university research and college essays. So my schedule was very tight, I had to either squezze it much more, or to give up on that opportunity. What made me accept the offer was that three of us were selected, and I could not stop them from participating, so I consented. On thursday morning, we left Gashora Girls Academy, and headed to Rwanda Standards Bureau in Kicukiro. I had no idea what was going to happen, and I did not expect to win. We w...