Officially a Doctor! 🎓🤖
Yesterday I defended my PhD on Scaling Trusted Autonomy: exploring how we can build generally capable robots whose decisions remain verifiable, interpretable, and worthy of our trust.
I’ll share more over the coming weeks.
For now … I’ll just be watching the sun rise on a slightly more grateful universe. 😄
Quand France chante en live dans Même pas fatigués pour l’amour de sa vie Moctar, ça donne ça 😁🥰
#Moctance#Love
MÊME PAS FATIGUÉS c’est tous les dimanches à 19h00 GMT sur CANAL+ MAGIC
I scroll on tiktok nawadays and I see dudes on live listening to France songs 🥹Awww My shaylaaa !! 🥹💋
she’s so famous now.
Their fanbase>>>They’re selling her work like madt
Ty guyss💋
#secretstoryafrique
The Bethlehem manger wasn't random; it was prophetic.
A lot of folks don't realize that when the Bible talks about Jesus being laid in a manger, the Greek word for it is "phatne," which just means a feeding trough. In Bethlehem back then, these were often carved from stone.
What's really striking about this is the shepherds around there. They raised lambs specifically for Temple sacrifices. Right after birth, they'd check each lamb for any flaws and put the perfect ones in a manger to keep them safe from getting hurt, since only spotless lambs could be used in offerings to God.
So here comes the Lamb of God himself, placed in the exact spot where those sacrificial lambs were protected.
And who do the angels tell about his birth? Not rulers or religious leaders, but these shepherds, guys who knew all about sacrifice, blood, purity, and flawless lambs.
When the angels said, "You'll find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger" (Luke 2:12), it clicked for them right away.
This wasn't some ordinary child. He was the ultimate Lamb, the one who'd remove the world's sin. From day one, Jesus was set apart for sacrifice, not by people, but by God.
"Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world." (John 1:29)
*Jesus is the reason for the season.
Merry Christmas!
Giving @CityofKigali its flowers 💐Festive decorations around the city are so beautiful and get better each year. Driving around with my kids and watching their eyes light up is everything. Those of us who grew up here know this was never a thing for us, how far we’ve come 💙💛💚
Christmas time is that time to reflect and ask yourself what you really want.
What truly fulfills?
Christmas is a reminder of Jesus and the free gift of forgiveness only he can offer.
Reflecting on this reminds me of all I have went through
And how he has brought me through it all.
Letting go resentment is hard but when Jesus reveals hisself as willing and able, it’s hard to deny him.
Hope wherever you are you can lean into this love that meets us exactly where we are no matter what.
Rwanda, igitangaza
Is Rwanda killing, or is Rwanda killing it?
I believe the people’s praises are the waters our enemies drown in.
President Kagame often says we must be "igitangaza" for the entire world to be so fixated on our people and our politics. "Igitangaza" is difficult to translate. It means "miracle," but also something rare, wondrous, and unsettling to those who don’t understand it.
He also says, “sinzi ko hari abaturage baruta abacu.”
“I don’t know if there are any citizens better than ours.”
Anti-Rwanda propaganda would have the world believe we are a people strangled under one man. That narrative conveniently erases our own choice: the role of citizens in building a Rwanda so present in global conversations, despite being so geographically small it’s often hard to locate on a map.
In English, you say “good night.”
In Kinyarwanda, we say urote Imana, may you dream of God.
That's God dreams.
Those of us known as the “Kagame generation” live in peace. As my father says, “ntakiruta amahoro n’umutekano.”
Nothing is greater than peace and security.
This was their dream for us.
Our parents had the audacity to dream, and to fight. Dreams powerful enough to turn Clark Kent into a man. Umugabo. Dreams that make women wonder and boys turn a spider’s bite into a superpower.
Intore ntiganya, ishaka ibisubizo.
A true warrior does not complain, he seeks solutions.
Western “experts” once wrote Rwanda off as a failed state. And yet, Rwanda works.
Their miscalculations persist. Their models fail. Their science finds an anomaly. Unable to understand us, they tell each other stories, lullabies that help them sleep at night. While they do, we live in the Rwanda our parents dreamed of.
Generational trauma, or generational triumph? It depends on where you choose to stand.
Is Rwanda’s story one of violence, pain, and famine?
Or one of perseverance, persistence, and hunger?
Not hunger for food, but hunger for tomorrow. Our parents’ tomorrow. And all of our todays.
Hunger feeds us what food never could.
Fasting teaches us what we can live without.
Rwanda lives with or without the world’s permission.
Rwanda lives with or without its recognition.
The love the world never gave us
is a love we never needed, after all.
So let them hurl their insults. Let them publish their “expert” narratives, on who we are, where we’re from, when we’re supposed to fall.
We are the written word.
Our people’s lives speak for themselves.
#RwandaWorks
Ne laissez pas dire que nous avons passé toute la journée sans diffuser la musique de France Mpundu ou admirer son style. Reconnaissez-vous l’une de ces tenues de son temps dans la maison des secrets ? 🥹⭐️⭐️⭐️ #SecretStoryAfrique
YouTube, Spotify, Apple Music… Vous pouvez diffuser la musique de France Mpundu sur n’importe laquelle ou plusieurs de ces plateformes dès aujourd’hui ! Elle est peut-être hors de la maison des secrets, mais elle a plus que jamais besoin de notre soutien.🥹⭐️ #SecretStoryAfrique