CYAMUNARA Y’INZU IGENZWEHO IRI MU KIBANZA GIFITE UPI:3/01/01/07/1860 IHEREREYE BISHYURA KARONGI

I did exactly that and, as understated a ceremony as it was, I considered this meal to be my little private graduation. I hadn’t been the best student in the class. In fact, I had been the worst. But I had completed it.