Am sserugo ronald and sincerely speaking I just like my name When I was born, my Dad always taught me to love my Country. the ugandan blood flows in your veins, you will die someday but still people we call you a Ugandan. Dad said this to me at a very tender age. So I grew up loving my Country so much. One day, I went to vist my grandmother and she honestly told me that, during war in Rwanda that was btn Hutu and Ttutsi in 1950s, she and my grandfather escaped narrowly with their 2 month baby and that is my father. I couldnt believe this because I was among the proud Ugandans who always despised rwandese at school. Today I look at myself as some of no origin and sincerely am confused to what I should do. Till now, I have never admitted that am from Rwanda, I still identify myself as a Ugandan although I know what I am. The problem is, my Dad indoctrinated in me that am a Ugandan and I cant erase this in my mind. Lastly, I despise rwandese till now coz I cant lyke them although that is my nationality.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 17:03:33 +0000