In the weeks leading to my mum closing her hardware store for the final time, Rukundo and I smoked weed by the parking lot on Rwahama every night…
Read the full story →Anselme Dushimimana
"How disgusting it is to see a thing like you lying on your back on that torn mat in the beautiful shade of my house!" Mama Hoho threatened her neighbour, Mama Bless, pointing a finger at her.
Ange Dusingize
Am I the light that should have shone in the nights of 1994 To lead my people to a safe harbour?
Marie Merci Cyurimpundu
I remember growing up, my mom used to tell me to sit properly, like a proper lady.
Denyse Ishimwe
I am complicated and far from perfect. People think they understand me, but that is not true, because I don't understand me either.
Patrick Iradukunda
On the stage of a city auditorium where a writer's conference was taking place, an MC called out the guest speaker.
Grace Uwizeye
I hope she draws hers, and I hope she never renews my sketches When you make love to her.
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Umukarago publishes fiction, poetry, creative non-fiction, and children’s literature.
