A crushed identity, a story told by those who have never lived it! I am Africa!
I am Egypt and its pyramids, I am Congo and its wealth, I am Mandela and his courage, I am Rwanda and its thousand hills, I am Burundi and its drums, I am Soundjata Keita and the Mandingue epic, I am Maya Angelou, Oprah, Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, Obama and their ancestors!
Written by Umutoniwase Aliane.
Where I come from, they taught me to love if!So to receive this love, I had to prove myself worthy!I was hated, denied and disowned,I have been called a traitor many times,For having known only this love, I had to learn to love with ifs!In turning, I have despised those who were different from…
Life is made of sometimes.Sometimes it is sorrow, sometimes love, sometimes fatigue, sometimes doubt, sometimes happiness. It changes its face like the sky through the seasons, and it is within these changes that I find words. When people ask me why I write and where inspiration comes from, I simply answer: from life itself. I watch…
It was June 1981 in Atlanta when it became embedded in our lives, two years later (1983) it is identified and is called 4H disease for (hemophilia, homosexual, Haitian, heroin addict)! Gradually it becomes HIV for human immunodeficiency virus!Blood and sex are declared as two routes of transmission, later the ill-informed society will isolate…
Every new year arrives with its share of resolutions. Along the way come disappointments, but also solutions. And in the end, a reckoning.
Sometimes a year begins well, only to turn sour, poorly set in motion, heavy with the misfortune it seems to promise: illness, death, separation. Such great losses can, for a time, eclipse even the greatest joys.
The opposite is just as true. A year may start badly until life calls us back, finds us, and leads us to places we never dared to venture. Then the balance tilts toward the good.
And then there are those years when things take their time, quietly teaching us that small victories can lead to profound transformations.
A “How are you?” that becomes “I love you.”
A daily post that turns into a habit.
One journey that awakens the memory of others.
A decision that sets us on a path.
And, in the end, a hope that is reborn and reshapes us.
If I have made you feel less of a man pushing you to commit homicide in your noblest emotions I beg your forgiveness! If I demanded strength and invincibility from you in all circumstances under the pretext that you are a man, I beg your forgiveness! Crying has no gender, vulnerability has no sex! Being…
“The most beautiful photos can sometimes hide the misery of the one who takes them or orders them to be taken.”
“The most beautiful places can sometimes be silent witnesses to the greatest sufferings.”
“A smile in a photo is the photo’s smile. The one who mimics the gesture knows more about the message they wish to project than about the actual state of their soul.”
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