Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Rwanda

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Growing up in Rwanda one of the smallest and fast emerging nation in Africa has inspired me to take part and be the change that I want to see in my country. Rwanda is under African average of physician per persons, where one physician is accountable to more than ten thousand people and of course that could be a different case in villages where I grew up. I grew up in village near the local hospital, and I could see people going there but never come back alive and many of those were my friends or their parents. I started questioning my ability and wondered what could be the solution, but at that young age I couldn’t find the solution. Later, when I was fifteen years old, that’s when everything become clear when I was in hospital taking care

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