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Dear 10year old me

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 everyone you meet, and that is okay because we are here for each other.
One evening in April, you will be walking down empty streets, and that is when you will realise that no one can ever make home out of humans. You will look up to the sky, and by then you will realise that the moon understands what it feels like to be human.
During May, one hot afternoon in class you will fall in love with the 26 alphabetical letters. You will love writing and reading. And that’s okay, because studying should be your strongest point.
It is at the age of 15, when you will know, people expect a lot from you. Your mother will tell you that you too can be a leader, and please believe her. I am sure you have thought about your future career at the age of 9. And that is quite a big step because I want you to set gals along.
However, you only have one life to lead. Keep doing you and I promise things will eventually get better. Not everything but definitely some of them. All the sleepless nights will fade away, but tears won’t stop falling. All the night walks on the streets of Kanombe may stop, but your desire to run away from yourself will remain. but even if it turns out differently, do not lose hope. Please don’t.  

Sincerely,
Older Me

Written by Dusenge Hitayezu Consolee





Dear young me,

Now that you have completed a decade, there are a few things you need to know to make it in life.
First be confident; do not be afraid to say what you want. If you want something ask for it, because if you don’t you will never get it.
Sometimes you will feel like belittling yourself just so people will like you; they won’t. be yourself, those worthy of you will like you anyway.
On hot afternoons walking from school, you will feel too fat and hate your body and then you will start starving yourself. Don’t; you will only be hurting yourself for naught.
Finally, you will meet people who will hurt you, you will shed tears, and you will lose those you like the most. But you will learn to channel your emotions into writing amazing stories.
You only have one lifetime to live; Don’t be frightened. Life is roller-coaster of emotions; you have got to have a strong stomach. Fight, fight and fight, your strongest enemy is you.
On a sweet note, make the right decisions and you will be great in life

With love,
Older me.
Written by Mwizerwa Diane

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