Life is such a mystery
So many people walk through life with tired smiles
Smiles that hide heavy hearts and silent dreams
We try to do our best
We try to be strong
We try to keep going
Even when everything inside us feels worn out
Some of us wake up every morning to go to work
A job we don’t love
Or a job we used to love
But now we sit beside people who make us feel small
Unseen
Unwelcome
And some don’t have a job at all
They wake up with so much worry
They try and try
But hear nothing back
Each silence feels like failure
And slowly it starts to hurt more than they can explain
We all come home tired
Not just in our bodies
But deep in our souls
We carry the pain of people we love
We wish we could take it away
Hold them closer
Make things better
But we can’t
We think about the past
Moments we didn’t know would be our last
Words we never said
Hugs we rushed
And we wish so badly we could go back
Sometimes we want to talk
We want someone to ask
Are you okay
And really mean it
But we stay quiet
Because maybe it won’t change anything
Or maybe we don’t want to be a burden
Or maybe we just don’t have the strength
And still
We show up
We smile through the pain
We laugh through the ache
We carry so much
And yet we keep walking
I hope we all get those days where the weight finally lifts
When the air feels soft
When the heart feels light
When the tears stop and peace finally finds us
Even if only for a little while
I hope we all get there
@freyntje@ErikSolheim When @freyntje was advisor to Habyarimana: 1. There was no poverty in Rwanda. 2. Rwanda was a highly developed country. 3. There was no ethnic discrimination 4. Rwanda was a model democracy.
Filip is right: Rwanda has fallen on hard times since he was banished.
I can explain why.
I was born in Rwanda after the genocide, but part of my family’s story was written in Uganda.
My grandparents fled to Uganda as refugees in 1959. My parents and their siblings grew up there and lived there until 1994. In our home, my parents would switch to Luganda whenever they wanted to say something the children were not supposed to understand. We listened to Ugandan radio, watched Ugandan television, and heard countless stories about life in Uganda.
What I remember most is that my father never spoke badly about Ugandans. Never. He spoke about their kindness, their generosity, and how they welcomed Rwandan refugees and allowed them to build lives with dignity. Many of his closest friends were Ugandan.
When my father passed away, we waited for a week before the funeral so that his Ugandan family and friends could come and say goodbye.
I have never been to Uganda, yet I love that country almost as much as I love Rwanda.
Maybe that sounds strange, but Uganda is not just another country to me. It is the place that sheltered my family when they had nowhere else to go. It is where my parents became who they were. It is woven into our memories, our language, our friendships, and our history.
That is why it always breaks my heart when I see Rwandans and Ugandans fighting or speaking badly about one another.
Politics will come and go, but the bonds between ordinary people remain.
And I hope that every Ugandan who visits Rwanda feels welcomed, appreciated, and at home. Because for many Rwandan families like mine, Uganda will always be more than a neighbor.
It will always be part of our story.
I would like to share a personal reflection on the ongoing conversations around citizenship, identity, and public service in Uganda. I was born and raised in Uganda. It is the country that shaped me, educated me, gave me opportunities, and allowed me to serve to the best of my ability. When my Ugandan passport was revoked years ago, it was one of the most difficult experiences of my life. It felt deeply personal and, at the time, heartbreaking. I was asked to choose between aspects of my identity that, to me, had never been in conflict. After much reflection, I decided that what mattered most was my ability to continue living, working, and contributing to the country I call home. I subsequently obtained a Rwandan passport and a work permit. While the process brought inconvenience and frustration, it never stopped me from continuing to work, build, contribute, and serve alongside fellow Ugandans. Though I am of Rwandan heritage, I have always considered myself Ugandan in every meaningful sense of the word, having lived here my entire life. That experience taught me an important lesson: service to one’s country is not measured solely by the passport one carries, but by the contribution one makes, the values one upholds, and the commitment one demonstrates to the people around them. As we debate recent appointments and questions of citizenship, I believe our focus should remain on competence, integrity, service, and the value individuals can bring to Uganda. Institutions responsible for appointments should be allowed to perform their duties, while the rest of us assess leaders by the impact they make.
Uganda’s story has always been one of diverse communities, cultures, and histories living alongside one another. Our identities are often more interconnected than we sometimes acknowledge. That diversity should be a source of strength rather than division. I also wish to say this respectfully: those who seek to inflame tensions or claim to speak for all Banyarwanda do not speak for me. I have never denied my heritage, nor have I ever stopped loving Uganda. The loss of a passport did not diminish my affection for this country or my desire to contribute to its future. We are a peaceful people. We are neighbours, colleagues, friends, and family members. The conversations we have today will shape the country our children inherit tomorrow. Let us therefore choose wisdom over anger, unity over division, and dialogue over suspicion. I love Uganda, and I remain grateful for all it has given me. I also remember a time when many people of Rwandan heritage living in Uganda felt unable to openly acknowledge that part of who they were. We have made significant progress since then. Let us not move backwards. Let us continue building a society where people are judged by their character, contribution, and commitment to the common good.
Peace, respect, and togetherness must always come first #peace #respect #love #understanding
@Sando_Photos@rwandan_pundit We have many beautiful ladies as ministers you don’t have to compare,
I love our women in those positions they are looking really good
Dear Rwandans,
Especially Rwandan women.
Please note that you can now come into Nigeria without visa, and stay for 30 days.
Make sure you plan to come for Detty December.
I can't wait to see you and marry a Rwandan woman.
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🎭 The creative industries are not entertainment. They are an economy. From the main stage of the Africa CEO Forum Annual Summit in Kigali, Hon. @XandrineUmutoni, Rwanda's Minister of State for Youth and Arts, reframed an industry too often relegated to the margins of African economic strategy.
📜 Her playbook rests on four pillars Rwanda has been actively building. First, the enabling policy environment, with intellectual property protection at its core, without ownership of what creatives produce, the same capital keeps circulating to the same gatekeepers, and wealth never compounds for the artists themselves.
🎓 Second, human capital development across the entire value chain. Not just the talent on stage, but the managers who can read a contract beyond their 10%, the lawyers fluent in IP law, the educators shaping curricula aligned with the labour market, and the technicians whose invisible work makes any cultural product professional.
🏛️ Third, infrastructure that is both physical and digital, and that carries cultural identity by design. Her question to the room was direct. Are African office buildings, conference centres and public venues being built so that the moment you walk in, you know you are in Rwanda, Kenya or Nigeria? Cultural identity, embedded in the architecture itself, is now part of how the continent should think infrastructure.
🌍 Underpinning the entire ambition is one persistent continental obstacle she named without hesitation. Visa frictions for African creatives moving across African borders to showcase their work. The single most concrete blocker to a pan-African creative economy.
#ACF2026 #AfricaCEOForum