From the quiet hills of the countryside to the vibrant heart of the capital,

from the innocence of joyful childhood, through the storms of youth, into the wisdom of age,

from the depths of tragedy to the strength of renewal, 

from where to there


let us meet each other in truth.


Let us share our stories, listen with open hearts, and set aside judgment.


And above all, let love be our language.


Tharcille Uwarurema