Am I Humble?

I like to define Rwandan culture as a silent culture. Kirazira to overly speak of your emotions, failures, fears, grief, etc. I never fully belonged because I am the American person you greet at the store and they tell you their neighbor stole their cat. I don’t believe in taboos, in secrecy, in the evil eye. I believe in freedom to live loud chaotic lives.

Also- I think I’m a pretty cool chic. So- If you define humility as “a modest view of one’s importance“, I fail. If, however, you define humility as “freedom from pride and arrogance“, I pass. It’s not possible for me to think I’m better than anyone because in my estimation of self, others don’t figure. I don’t compare, I don’t compete. I just drink pineapple juice, dance rumba, & attempt to heal the world.

In fact, I feel deep in my bones; nobody is ugly, nobody is stupid, nobody is even evil. Some people, who have unfortunately never know true love, do have wicked tendencies that can be dangerous. (May God visit them) From those people, we must stay away. As the idiom goes, “you cannot nourish a snake in your bosom” and we also know “kidness without discernment is foolishness”. Really, God help us all. As to the question of Am I Humble? I’d say, sometimes.

One Love,