HELL

I, Chouchou des Grands Lacs, famous for my joy, found myself in hell. The nights and days merge and appear as one. The wailing there would make a man go mad.

For the first time in my life, I was at war internally. I never understood mental health issues until I almost lost my mind. Worse part being you still have to function because the IRS does not take vacation and neither does life; so you still must work, attend family functions etc. But your home reality is difficult.

Every morning when you rise, there is a mere mortal created in your likeness, there issuing orders like it’s compulsory military service. You ask yourself but when did I enroll in the military? In the beginning, because of love, you give it your best. You tell yourself with time things will get better, until, in spite of your herculian efforts to satisfy their every desire; they violate the very essence of your union and casually expect forgiveness. Then you realize that, in all your brilliance, you my dear, have been bamboozled. What you do next determines the trajectory of your life! Option 1: You could turn a blind eye & try/forgive for the next decade or two. Noting that the law of probability indicates downward trajectories are difficult to reverse. Still, you could sit & wait for an act of God (i.e. earthquake or cyclone).

Option 2: Note the irretrievable differences and to preserve your dignity and self-respect, excuse yourself. In sum, what had had happened was, Siri misunderstood my accent; I asked to go to Marriot but it accidentally took me to Mageragere. (=Famous Prison in Kigali)

Lastly, a note to the naysayers who have conditioned their bodies to endure severe heatstroke & presume that we too, ought to endure Sahara: I am pocerlain. Not used to the rough life.

Nimba ariko zubakwa, nkaba nanze, muzatange ikirego.(Sue Me!)

Love,

Liv