Whether I am wearing Kamambili in deep Nyanza murutoki rwa Nyogokuru (in Grandma’s Banana Plantation) or drinking Cappucino near the Capitol in the heart of the Americas, I ought to be the same.
If my personality fluctuates according to location or crowd, then I am in-aunthentic. If I am in-aunthentic, I am insulting God and self. I am saying to God: “your design is flawed” and I am saying to self: “try again”.
A toast to President Carter, my boss and favorite humanitarian. As is said in Kinyarwanda: Intwali ntizapfa zirasinzira. “Brave men don’t die, they rest.”

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