The Author was born in Butobere, a village in the eastern part of Uganda in Kabale District. He was brought up in a devoted Catholic family where everyone in the family had to follow the religion norms. The morning devotion would start early in the morning around 6:00 am. And in Kabale. It was not only so early in the morning but also very coldDespite coming from my poor family moreover considered to be strangers, the fact that our extended family was a very devoted catholic family, there were at least some opportunities from the church fathers, especially from the organizations that took care of the children.
And through this he acquired education since my tuition for primary school was paid but it didn't take long until it was stopped before he completed his primary school. my dear parents could not afford to buy tuition, uniforms, school materials etc this was because we were a large number of orphans resulting from the tragedy of the Tutsi Genocide of 1994 in Rwanda that consumed all my Uncles, and some of the unties, his relatives and family members that lived in Rwanda at the time were no more to be seen. On the other hand, his grandma was a well-known crafts designer who was very good at crafting ceramic and glass crafts, needlework, crouching, knitting, lace-making, weaving, and many others.
She could make good money since she hard market all over Uganda and Rwanda as well. She traveled all around the region in exhibitions and sold in quantity. However due to the Genocide against Tutsi in Rwanda, the support from the grandma who was left as a bread winner started to diminish, quarrels increased, misunderstandings and conflicts increased and the better home that was outgoing, a home for everyone was no longer a good home to cherish, it never took long when there were no school fees for all those children more especially looking up at grandma as the only breadwinner. He grew up in a broken home, surrounded by poverty and despair.
Struggling to make ends meet, where he found himself falling into the dark world of drug dealing.
And through this he acquired education since my tuition for primary school was paid but it didn't take long until it was stopped before he completed his primary school. my dear parents could not afford to buy tuition, uniforms, school materials etc this was because we were a large number of orphans resulting from the tragedy of the Tutsi Genocide of 1994 in Rwanda that consumed all my Uncles, and some of the unties, his relatives and family members that lived in Rwanda at the time were no more to be seen. On the other hand, his grandma was a well-known crafts designer who was very good at crafting ceramic and glass crafts, needlework, crouching, knitting, lace-making, weaving, and many others.
She could make good money since she hard market all over Uganda and Rwanda as well. She traveled all around the region in exhibitions and sold in quantity. However due to the Genocide against Tutsi in Rwanda, the support from the grandma who was left as a bread winner started to diminish, quarrels increased, misunderstandings and conflicts increased and the better home that was outgoing, a home for everyone was no longer a good home to cherish, it never took long when there were no school fees for all those children more especially looking up at grandma as the only breadwinner. He grew up in a broken home, surrounded by poverty and despair.
Struggling to make ends meet, where he found himself falling into the dark world of drug dealing.
