Little Pieces of a Life.

Whew—what a year! What a year 2025 was! Lately, I’ve been going out alone. A friend asked me what plans I have for the days to come, and when I told him, he was shocked. Maybe I need to reintroduce myself. I love people, but I also love spending time alone. And now that I have a home of my own, I’ve become a true homebody. So lately, I had claimed a corner in one of my favorite cafés in Kigali. In the evenings, I’d go there with my diary and sit for at least two hours before

It was mid-2019. I was a fresh graduate, newly stepping into the world of “real jobs.” Until then, I had only done gigs here and there, nothing serious. Then came this first proper job, and with it, all the grown-up responsibilities started coming in. I was at the ATM machine that day, changing the PIN of my card, and pretending to know what I was doing. Until I messed up.   My very first attempt at using that card didn’t go well — the card got stuck in the machine. Just like

When I found my way back to God last August, part of me assumed that meant the end of all wahalas. I thought, if anything dares to sniff...