All of us blossom when we feel loved and wither when we do not feel loved.

This keeping oneself alive, out of a blind urge to defeat death, is in itself a means of sowing death. Every one who has not fully accepted life, who is not incrementing life, is helping to fill the world with death.

If you asked anybody in my family, they would have very stridently proclaimed themselves middle class. My mother and father were separated, so he doesn&#39;t count.

At college, there was this girl with a jumper everywhere printed on "but I love him." I regret my time wasted hoping that it was all about a boy.

Written By Modeste NSHIMIYIMANA

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