You are here in a space that is mine and yours. A space that does not quite exist yet, but is taking shape, word by word, like this novel that took me twenty years to dare to write.

This blog will be my logbook. Not a carefully polished communication channel, not a showcase — but a place of living thought, sincere questioning, and sometimes awkward sharing. I will write here about literature — mine and that of others, the books that saved me and those that disturbed me. About Africa, Burundi, Belgium, and the spaces that belong to none of these geographies and to all of them at once. About cinema, youth, commitment, sport as diplomacy, technology as a tool for emancipation.

I grew up with the conviction that we do not choose our origins but that we choose what we make of them. My dual belonging — Burundian and Belgian, African and European, Hutu and Tutsi at once — was long perceived as a tension, a problem to be solved. I came to understand that it was my greatest wealth.

In 2025, I published two articles in Iwacu about tensions between Burundi and Rwanda. The reactions were sharp — sometimes violent. I learned that asking a sincere question can be perceived as betrayal. But I also discovered that dozens of people, in silence, write to say thank you. It is for them — for you — that I write.

« Beyond the tensions, we all share the same fear of seeing Burundi sink again into chaos, the same hope of seeing our children grow up in a country at peace, the same pride of belonging to a nation that is rising. »
— B. Claude Ntahuga, Iwacu, March 2025

I invite you to read, react, debate — with the conviction that sincere dialogue, even uncomfortable, is the only path worth taking. Let us discuss, debate, but remain human.

— B. Claude Ntahuga, Brussels, June 2026