Nature Within Us

Why some people relive horror in vivid flashbacks while others carry pain in silence — and what Rwanda’s survivors teach us about the invisible spectrum of the human mind. By Edouard A Cyuzuzo Two people sit across from each other. Both survived something unthinkable. One stares at the wall, unable to speak, tears sliding silently — her body somewhere else entirely, somewhere in 1994. The other speaks calmly, almost gently, reconstructing events the way one might describe a film they watched long ago. Neither is broken. Neither is fine. They are simply wired differently — and that difference runs deeper than willpower, upbringing, or strength of character. It runs all the way into how the brain makes pictures. We are only beginning to understand the role of mental imagery — our capacity to see, hear, and feel in the theatre of the mind — in shaping how trauma is stored, replayed, and eventually processed. This understanding has profound implications for anyone trying to make sense of t...

Réflexions d’un parcours entre vocation et réalité Pour comprendre le contexte Les séminaires juniors sont des établissements catholiques fondés pour former les futurs prêtres. Ils accueillent des garçons dès l’âge de 14 ans, issus de familles catholiques soigneusement sélectionnées. L’admission exige un parcours académique solide et des épreuves d’entrée rigoureuses. Ces écoles offrent une formation d’excellence — c’est d’ailleurs pour cette raison que beaucoup de familles y aspirent pour leurs enfants, au-delà même de la vocation religieuse. Le séminaire représente ainsi, dans de nombreuses communautés, à la fois un lieu de formation spirituelle et une promesse d’avenir. I — L’Appel : Un enfant de la campagne, une vocation sincère Je venais d’un milieu rural. Dans mon village, la figure la plus admirée, la plus respectée — celle que tout le monde regardait avec une forme de vénération — était le prêtre. Ce n’était pas seulement un homme de Dieu ; c’était un homme d’éducation, de dign...

20 Days after his 70years BD THE HERO HAS GONE Born: Jan 9, 1959 Place: Nyamasheke | Kirimbi Died: Jan 29, 2029 Place: Nyamasheke | Kirimbi 

Let me say what everyone is thinking but no one posts. Africa’s deepest wound is not poverty. It is not corruption; at least not the kind you can arrest. It is the wound we keep reopening on each other, daily, silently, and with a smile. The Stranger Gets the Red Carpet. The Brother Gets the Knife. When a white foreigner walks into an African office, something shifts in the room. Backs straighten. Voices soften. Coffee appears. This is not hospitality; hospitality is mutual. This is a reflex, trained over generations, that says: this person is the standard. Perform for them. And yes, colonialism built that reflex. We know the history. What we refuse to say aloud is that we have chosen to keep it running long after the colonizers formally left. The cruel irony? Even the laziest, most incompetent African professional can coast through a decade of mediocrity; as long as they master the art of performing deference to the right people. The system rewards the bow, not the brain. Fine. That i...

Photo by Edouard (Visiting the home village: Sept 20, 2017)