Who was I?

My thoughts are stuck somewhere I love but I have to tell something before all of this. Call me Joe. Some years ago— never mind how long precisely— having nothing good in me to tell nor to show, I thought I would travel a little about and see the other place called home away from home.

At this point of time, I was becoming the worst part of me: I'd poorly performed in class that year and brought disgrace to our family history. I couldn't stand the pain of words from my family— from the best of all my Mama to the youngest of my brothers. Just a week of my holidays at home was already a year of tribulation, this is when I decided to leave Uganda for Rwanda. For all my life I'd never left my country Uganda but now I wished to be so far from the people I call family because I couldn't stand the pain they brought to me.

I then left for Rwanda to my nephews'. I did all of that in search for peace — which really took me long to find for the month that I stayed there because nowadays words cross borders. But then, I found something strong in me after days of weeping, groaning and prayers. I found a reason to get up and work on myself. I found peace to forgive myself and my family, I found peace unknown by the world and so I worked out my knowledge and wisdom to be that which was in obscurity. I am reawakened, enthusiast and passionate about the things before me.