past and present- strong and hopeful
The last time i found myself in Kamembe, I was just passing thru destination to Kigali from Bukavu (RDC). Few years earlier I had stayed in Kamembe for a month during the genocide. I don’t talk much about my past- as I grow up I know it is important. And somehow Me being here (kamembe) it is feels good and different. Good in the sense- that now I can appreciate the beauty of this place and different because of circumstances. In ’94 I went to Kamembe with a Hutu family (originally from Kamembe but lived in Kigali) that had accepted to take me from my mom. I know for certain- my mom giving me up was the hardest and un-selfish decision she ever had to take but again she had no choice- Just few minutes after Interahamwe left our house in Kimihurura- only Me, My mom and my baby Uncle were the survivors in a house that had 17 people. A UN truck passed by my mom tried to ask them for help. The UN soldier put a gun on her instead of the Interahamwe who were still around. That’s when my mom got it- no UN was going to save Us. She decide to go to our 2 neighbors-Hutu families and asked them to take us. That’s how my uncle, me and my mom we separated. That same night, 2 people were killing in front of the gate of the family that had took me. And next day the father killed someone. Few days later, we went to Hotel Milles collines. We stayed there for few days. Before driving to Kamembe (in Peugeot 305). After arriving in Kamembe the father was active in mobilizing Interahamwe- even a road block was put few meters from the house we lived in. I could see the killing going on by just climbing the gate wall. However at home everything was smooth normal life. So, we ended up going to Bukavu part of Tigi Tigi- the family had connections- we only lived in the camp for only 3 days. And then moved into a house in Bukavu. That’s when I got reminded that I am a Tutsi. I had to suffer. So I started to do all house work, getting beaten and un-nourished. I even end up living in a tree. “You will die slowly”- the wife said. For the last 3 years, I have been trying to track down that family. Unfortunately he refused to meet me or be in contact. He was jailed and then did TIG. I wanted to tell him- that I had already forgiven them. Today, im happy that im here in Kamembe part of the team educating young people about peace, genocide and mass atrocities prevention. I can see a brighter future in young people here!









