What touched me a lot in my heart was the death of my parents. I was very young and I knew nothing regarding death. I grew up at my grandmother who did everything to me. I saw my grandmother as my mother and I knew that my grandfather was my father. I lived in good ambiance and I missed nothing at my grandparents who I believed they were my real parents of blood. However, what I thought was totally wrong. My grandmother took care of me since three years old and I didn’t know many things at that age. When I was at school, they asked me the names of my parents and I said one name of my grandmother and that of my grandfather as I didn’t know their second names. As soon as I reached home, I told to them that, our teacher asked to all pupils names of their parents and that I missed their second names. From there, my grandmother revealed to me that my parents died and who they are to me. I got wounded in my heart.
My grandmother wished to leave longer to seeing my wedding but suddenly, she felt sick. Her sickness became more and more serious. We brought her at the hospital in Bujumbura. I was always near her as she didn’t have any daughter who could took care of her there. I was always praying for my grandmother recovery and seeing my wedding as it was my wish too. She gave me a lot of advises that I’m still remembering. But after what, she passed away at the hospital bed and I was near her. I assisted to her death. After her death, I lived a situation which was difficult due to isolation I developed and lack of sleeping and I was asking why all these happened to me. I was unable to understand a mature person who still having his/ her parents when mine left without knowing how they look like. . I thank the almighty God who preserved me up to these days. I thank those who brought for us these teachings here in our zone. Now, I feel good because I have come to speak out these things which gave me a grief in my life.