Sofie, avec f.

To my first friend.
To my favorite friend.
To your parents who took me as their own. To your friends, who take me as their own. To your dogs, who stay chopping life. You are a perfect blend of Rwandan elegance and Belgian modesty.

Confession Time. I am often tempted to burn shit down when confronted with extreme racism in America for I fear we may never get along. Then, I think of you, kind soul. World cannot be divided in black and white. We MUST get along… You know, I’d swim the Atlantic for you — so surely, educating a couple angry rednecks won’t kill me. For your sake. I’ll behave.

The imposed poverty on our nations made it so we had to leave home for a better tomorrow. You ended up in Europe. I ended up America. Still, I know, we will always be family.

Oops. Not me making your birthday a political cry. A bit like how when we were 14 y/o I’d make us go to church by force. Fuck! Am I a bully?

Anywayyy- February 29th is as rare as our 20 years of friendship. As I celebrate you today, I will not eat meat in your honor.

Happy Birthday Angel.
Eternal Love,