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Discussion: Black Burundi I grew up in Burundi and was in Rwanda also for a while. You would not know that I am Barundi...I am white with blonde hair and blue eyes. What gives us our identity? Is it the sounds we hear growing up? The rhythms that work their way into our nervous system, and set the cadence for our feet for the rest of our lives? Is it the voices we hear? The language?The music? The stories? The landscape? The rain the way it falls on us when we are children? Or the sun burning our skin when we look for our lover? What makes us who we are? I'm as much Barundi, I think, as any other Barundi. But I am not black >>By Barundi
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