[Si par hazard tu cherches une histoire émouvante, tu es au bon endroit]. J’ai fait la connaissance de Boris Evrard sur les réseaux sociaux et comme beaucoup de jeunes burundais au Canada, je le connaissais principalement à travers son activisme et ses engagements dans la diaspora Burundaise au Canada. Si tout comme moi tu as… Continue reading C’est Mon Histoire // Boris Evrard
(This post is inspired in part by a conversation with my brother on manhood). I have one little brother. 4 years younger. You can imagine how funny it is for me to say that he has taught me things. But he truly did, in his own way! He didn’t actually make me sit down and… Continue reading On Manhood: What My Brother Taught Me!
Hey YOU, My name is… NO, you are not ready to hear my name. You have been avoiding calling me by my name, You feel IGNORED, MISUNDERSTOOD because of me, You think I am not REAL, You think I am WEAK. You are terrified at the idea that I live with you, in you, in… Continue reading It’s Me, Depression!
When I was a teenager, I had one big aspiration: becoming a model. I mean, I had other goals but this was one of the biggest – keep reading if you want to know why. So when one day I saw a casting call ad while scrolling down my Facebook feed, I didn’t hesitate. Okay, I… Continue reading I Failed…Modeling Audition
I attended Caribana for the first time this summer – and look at me coming here pretending I know all about it. For those of you who don’t know, Caribana is an annual festival that showcases Carribean cultures in the city of Toronto. The carnival usually coincides with the civic holiday in Canada hence the fact… Continue reading What To Know About Caribana
June 5th was the Big Day. The day that I have been waiting for was finally here. I have been dreaming of the day that I will wake up knowing that I will get on stage to receive the piece of paper that will always remind me that all the hustle was so worth it.… Continue reading The End Of A Long Journey
Aho hambere hahise… Ma grand-mère me l’a souvent dit, “umukobwa kera niwe yaja kuvoma no gusenya” et je doute fort que je sois la seule à avoir entendu dire “abagore nibo bajejwe ivyo mu rugo”. Au temps de nos grand parents, c’était indiscutable, les tâches ménagères étaient destinées aux femmes, pendant que les hommes, eux… Continue reading Umukenyezi: Tous Pour Son Indépendance Économique