The Wheel
A man dies in prison on the day he's set to walk free, and the conference down the street continues. On the three actors turning the same wheel — the West, the East, and the ones who should know better.
Read the essay →I was born in Kigali, five days after the genocide began. This is where I gather what I've written since: on memory, migration, and the people quietly rebuilding what was broken. Some published, some not yet. All of it here.
A man dies in prison on the day he's set to walk free, and the conference down the street continues. On the three actors turning the same wheel — the West, the East, and the ones who should know better.
Read the essay →Nadeige is drawn to the organizations no one's funding yet — the ones enacting the kind of change that public and private institutions have failed or ignored, working at the level of systems rather than individuals, in places too unstable, too unproven, or too unglamorous to register on a donor's radar. She spends her career translating between two languages that rarely speak to each other: the language of grassroots transformation and the language of institutional capital.
She was born in Kigali and grew up in Eswatini. She's currently at work on a memoir, April, about a single month that keeps reappearing across her life.
Until the book is finished, this is where the rest of her thinking lives. Reach me at hello@bynadeige.com.