Things i Learned After 100 Days Of sleepless nights and man slaughter during my worst dark years of pain

Murderous gangs invaded villages and homes searching for Tutsi to slaughter. Government issued identification cards which labeled whether a person was Tutsi or Hutu made it easy for the killers to identify and murder the Tutsi.

The Interahamwe and the Impuzamugambi set up road blocks, checked identification cards and killed all who were Tutsi. Even Hutu who supported and sheltered Tutsi were massacred.

Men, women and children were hacked to death by machetes, bludgeoned to death with clubs and stabbed repeatedly. Many of the victims were often tortured before being killed.

Some of them were given the choice of paying for a bullet so that they could die quickly and not suffer the painful death by hacking, bludgeoning and stabbing. Thousands of people fled their homes and villages looking for a safe place to hide.

My mother took my older brother and me and searched for a place to hide us from the killers. Although I was

very young at that time, I can still remember seeing so many dead bodies lying on every street we passed. My mother carried me in her arms as we walked and walked.

The life of struggle in the jungle

We were so tired. We would come to a place where my mother had to clamp her hands on our mouths so that we could not make any noise that would alert the killers of our presence.

There was death everywhere. The killers did not allow the Tutsi dead to be buried. Their bodies were left to rot where they had been massacred and were eaten by rats and dogs.

Thousands of dead women, men and children littered the roads and fields. We would often hide in the midst of the bloody, rotting corpses and severed limbs and pretend to be dead in order to evade being killed.

The ambush of the innocent at the place of refugee

Thousands of Tutsis hid in hospitals, schools, government offices and churches. These places, which usually were places of refuge, became places of mass slaughter.

One of the worst massacres occurred at the Nyarubuye Roman Catholic Church. The mayor of Nyarubuye, a Hutu, persuaded some Tutsis to seek

refuge inside the church by guaranteeing that they would be safe there. Believing that the mayor was a Tutsi supporter, thousands of Tutsis took refuge in the Church.

Shortly after they took refuge inside the Church, the mayor betrayed them to the Hutu killers. He gave orders to the killers to murder the Tutsis who believed they were safe inside the Church.

About 10,000 men, women and children were brutally slaughtered by the killers who used machetes, spears, clubs and hand grenades to hack, slash, bludgeon and blow up the church. It took two days to killthem.

It was so hard to get food and water. We would cry and cry inconsolably because were so hungry. We could not find any food or water wherever we went. All we experienced was the death all around us. That experience did not depart from my mind until I allowed God to intervene in my life.

The experience of seeing so many dead bodies all around me has taught me that the only thing that can keep us united is living under God’s care andtrusting

Him, and also by allowing His love flow to us all, God’s love is never measured to us, or given to some and not to others.

What breaks my heart the most is that even children and pregnant women were massacred. I remember my mother telling me that she was forced to close our eyes so that we could not see young girls and pregnant women being raped and murdered.

The cry of a woman in time of distress.

Thousands of Tutsi women and girls were raped and then killed. Some of them had their breasts cut off and their genitals removed. Others were kept as sex slaves.

As we fled the genocide, we escaped through the forest. The only option was to keep moving forward, running for our lives from the enemies behind us.

But when we got to the forest there was another enemy waiting for us. the wild animals. Among the people fleeing through the forest were many children whose parents had been murdered. These children were used to feed the wild animals in order to create a way of escape for

the people that were fleeing. I believe this has never been the plan of God at all.

It is very sad to see how people suffer. Out of my experiences I have learned to never take things for granted. Life is very costly and cannot be replaced. My father was killed in the Rwandan genocide.

My life has been spared so that I could inspire others to create peace, love and harmony with all people, and through God to love our neighbors as the Bible says.

As a child it was so oppressive and mentally tortuous to face the horrible things that I have experienced during the Rwandan Genocide.

It is hard to get it out of my mind. It played in my mind like a movie over and over again into my adulthood. What I saw during the genocide has never left my memory.

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