Dear Little One
What does it cost to remake yourself from the ruins? Who pays the price? And how do you reclaim what was stolen without losing yourself in the process? In Dear Little One, Gabriel Ndayishimiye does not merely revisit the past-he interrogates it, forces it into the light, makes it answer for itself. His writing does not soften the truth. He tears open the past, drags its ghosts into the light, and demands answers from the silence that shaped a life.
The book is no gentle reflection: It is an autopsy of silence, an excavation of memory where truth is the only justice left to claim. Ndayishimiye does not simply tell his younger self that he survived-he drags him through the wreckage of loss and forces the world to see him, to bear witness to what was taken, what was broken, and what was rebuilt in its place.
