Well, my relationship with my parents, it varies.
It varies to- with my father, at first, before the genocide
he was a loving father.
He had a tender heart, he was caring. And
he he wanted us to go to school.
So he would really take us
to school and bring us back.
And he was really about education.
At the same time, he wanted us to have fun. So
I'm among the few privileged African kids
who rode a bicycle at their early upbringing.
And we had a TV and videos at home
because our dad wanted us to have it,
and which is rarely in Africa.
And then, um,
so yeah, it was really cool
growing around my dad, who was my hero at the time.
And then my mother was a wonderful lady.
Words to describe her, really,
and my relationship to her is I don't know what to say.
We were just like this.
And now the bond between me and her was really tight
because of the pain she suffered to have me
and seeing her in a wheelchair,
and I always thought she needed me around, so I always was there.
And so since she never had a girl, she was always pamper my head
and say “This is my little angel, my boy and girl at the same time” sort of.
It was good to grow up around my mother
and then my step mother, who also lived in the same house
as us,
wasn't that bad,
but at the same time she had some harsh treatments.