WHEN I GROW UP
Prim K. Tumuramye Growing up, one of my desires was to see myself maturing and getting into the world of independence. The freedom of adulthood looked luringly enticing. If only time would increase its snail-paced movement, I would soon be out of the prison of being a child. Childhood had its joys and pains. It was always a bitter-sweet pill to swallow. Today you celebrated the joy of having no worries about old peoples’ problems like school fees, complicated relationships turned situationships and tomorrow you were on the receiving end of punishments and reprimands from elders that only seemed to know giving instructions in parables. The African adage that elders are never wrong made the childhood equation even more complex. Rarely would you be extended an opportunity to explain yourself because that was tantamount to looking elders in the mouth. ‘When I grow up, I will sleep and wake up when I want. I will also buy the things I want and eat only that which appeals to ...