Little Pieces of a Life.

My younger sister once told me she never understood me. Not really. She couldn’t understand how someone could constantly sing about missing people. Missing friends. Missing moments. Missing memories. If you asked my family about me, they would probably laugh first and then say, “She has a very soft heart.” So soft that they filter sensitive information before it reaches me. They assume that if something is too heavy, it might break me. Maybe they imagine I would fall sick fro

Mpha It has quietly become my tradition to begin the new year in February. January is my draft; the first week of February, a free trial. So yes, my year only started this past week. On New Year’s Eve (the regular one), Prisca invited me to her church for a crossover service. Of course, where Prisca and I are, Annie is never far. So, we thanked God, praised Him, and prayed for His guidance over the new year. When 1 st January came, I did not leave my house, let alone the hou

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