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I want to borrow my friend’s quote and use it to describe children’s ‘all time’ love towards their beloved, it reads like this: “I could write page after page about how much I love her, give me the ink of two oceans and I would still need more ink.”

Okay, here we go ….. upon her request, today, I drove her to church as early as 6h00 , its her usual morning sermon at Centre Christus in Remera, she is accustomed to that , anything less than that can’t make her day any better.

She is an independent woman, a liberal mother but a submissive wife, a sister to some, an aunt and soon to be grandmother, yeah you see who I am talking about, Shakespeare in his ‘sonnet 18’ describes you better than me.

Needless to say, she is the last to bed at home, not because of soap opera shows on Telemundos, I know she is an ardent fan, but she normally hangs on for other chores, putting everything else to order to avoid messy mornings, ….guess what her traditional alarm puts her up by 4h’45 in the morning, what a woman.

Indeed, I can scribe you  till ink seas run dry, Yet,  58 year-you are still young, beautiful and strong…thanks to being vegetarian and an organic foodie; Yeah…she prefer walking on foot, she once used to drive herself before her Germany Monster caught fire, a car she rarely used , …… watch out, she fumes when one can’t even walk 2 miles, laziness can be intolerable.

Her charisma and discipline has kept her boat sailing through hurdles, oh!! did I say that she took programming course in IT, when her first born, was completing his high school, to add to her other degrees, we told her she was a bit old to enroll for such daring courses, when we woke up, she was a Melbourne IT engineer.

Known by her siblings to have a memory of an elephant, she reminds us not only of our birthdays, but all our patronal feast days, she has all these things at finger tips like a 3 year old nursery pupil reciting a vocalic song about names of months in a year or 27 alphabetic letters.

Now, fewer are people who are not proud of their mothers, that I know, this life has never been short of surprises, neither did I forget those without them because of different reasons, genocide against Tutsis included, but Mum, the fact that I have you, I have everything and I owe it to God.

To cut the story short before I start to derail, I simply wanted to wish you a happy birthday, blessings in Galore, keep being the light of the family;  Rodrigue, Diane, Roger, Clement, Lysette and Cynthia, we are all very proud of you, mere words can’t explain what you mean to us.

By the way Mum, I am running out of words, I have never been better with languages anyway, I accidentally turned into a lousy one, but still I aspire to be better, La Lutta Continua.

Happy Born day Mum, I keep the rest for my book (In the making).


When you are a convict for a lesser penalty, least you hope is freedom; blames have been piling that Obama did little or nothing to black communities, Ignorant that I am, I have come to learn that he granted clemency to around 700 convicts, many of them being blacks.

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Put yourself in the shoes of a mother whose son was languishing in prisons simply because a verdict went wrong, it might be complicity to a murder or a drug cartel. it becomes pitiable when arrested by a merciless white cop, whose thinking towards black peeps can’t go beyond, “They are wrong, ‘them Niggas Ain’t know nothing, they are trouble makers, f**k em’, why the hell those people are here anyway?”

Well the mother’s breath of sigh will cure or reduce pain by a mere sight of seeing the son coming out of prison and is home free, in the process of uniting back with the boy she will plunge back in the labor endured before birth. In Kinyarwanda one adage sums this feeling better, ‘Ibyaye Ikiboze Irakirigata’; ‘umwana ujya iwabo ntabara Iminsi’

You remember the story of the prodigal son; I am making reference to that, despite my failure to connect the above sayings to the context of the story.

But, let us continue…… for convicts whose verdicts were life imprisonment or death sentence, how would it feel to be granted freedom that unshackle those chains, believe me I once was ushered in compound of a prison and I know the price of freedom.

There are hardcore bigheaded guys outside there, who (after pardon) will transverse back to commit offenses whose penalties might come a lot more harshier, and in that sense you wonder whether blaming the judge who might have exhausted all means  possible to deliver justice, is the right thing to do.

To come back to my point, Obama, yes, is  a white man in a black skin or if you like a metisse one, but, we wouldn’t have raised much expectations that clearing black folks concerns was substantial agenda on his docket the first time he sat in oval office, such thinking is lame, immature and sick.

Now for those who think he didn’t do much, he will have his time to showcase achievements, believe me he will be more articulate than some of the famous writers I know, we all know him when it comes to eloquence, but the least he could do was to free black folks/inmates who wanted to reintegrate back in societies.

I don’t want to go back into rhetorics of how financially America was before his tenure, the broken foreign policy and how as a redeemer (that is what they say) he mend the broken economy and filled the then widening gaps, but let us agree he tried the best despite challenges, reads intrigue and conspiracy from the leftists.

The recent spark and or wave of violence against black communities by some rogue elements in the white folks, to me seemed a teaser which have challenged his capacity as a leader of one of the strongest countries in the world, but we should give him benefits of doubts, ……. let us meet him over a glass of beer and he will tell us more.

I will come back to this blog post later, but like the bible says there is more pleasure in giving than receiving, Obama gave clemency, pardon, sentence commutation, name it the way you want but he will receive more, watch the space.