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  • We were friends growing up

    I waited for you behind the fence so we can sneak out and go play basket ball
    I introduced you to my world
    you introduced me to yours

    You remember when we use to go fishing in that dirty river close to that tennis club?
    we will stand there for hours watching "Muzungus" play tennis with their friends

    Occasionally, a tennis ball will go over the fence and we will take it so we can use it to make our plastic soccer ball.

    In my mind we were no different.

    I never noticed how tall you were or the shape of your nose.

    We ate in the same plate, drunk in the same cup.

    You were my friend.

    We share our dreams to play in the NBA
    while sitting down in the shade of an eucalyptus avoiding the brutal Rwandan summer Sun

    We talked about Michael Jordan, his moves on the court and his routines
    We talked about music, movies, cartoon books and our next adventures in the neighborhood.

    Time to time, we will sneak into boy scoots parties and dance with older girls.

    That was the life.

    Then I left for boarding school that year

    It was the last time we saw each other.

    David i never cried for you.

    I never knew why they killed you
    or how you died

    We were not different
    It could have been me

    I never noticed that you were a tutsi and that i was a hutu

    Does that did matter that much?

    Now i am finishing writing this note. I have tears in my eyes.

    I want you to know that i haven't set a foot in our neighborhood since then.
    I can't bare notice your absence

    So I have been on the road ever since.
    Moving trying to forget that you are not 31 like me.
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