To beloved we wish we could have saved,

Usually this is the part of “How are you doing?” but since you are dead, I will skip it.
Why am I writing you this letter? Is it because today marked one year since the day Nyakubahwa chose his term over your lives, or is it simply because we cannot get over your death?

How are we doing? Actually that’s the right question. How us; Abarundi, are we doing? Normally we reply politely
“ Turaho” regardless that nothing is fine and our hearts are bleeding and bleeding and bleeding more.
But we are not okay. In fact, we have never been okay. Oh, wait, what do I know?  Me, a young girl of the 90’s. Honestly I don’t have to know a lot to realize that we have faked for so long. We have lived with wounds, smiled while all we feel…