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A Rwanda boy's story
<p>Mama was never terrified, in fact she was the strongest woman I've known all my life.</p><p>But on that fateful day, fear was evident on her face when papa ran into the house and told us to hide immediately.</p><p>You see, the tension was already rising everywhere </p><p>I was young but I could feel it </p><p>Mama always sighed, lifted her hands up to the heavens, muttered some prayer and continued her work.</p><p>But today was different, my parents were under the bed and I was in a wardrobe, my parents eyes were darting back and forth.</p><p>Until I heard the first gun shot, then screams </p><p>I was terrified but I knew better, the Hutu were attacking the Tutsi.</p><p>They barged into our house, Mr Ngabo our neighbour was holding a machete, his eyes red from emotions I can't quite pin point, heaving like he just ran a marathon.</p><p>He sighted Mama leg and dragged her out, she let out a loud scream and papa scrambled out</p><p>In an attempt to save her, he was struck </p><p>Once, twice, thrice and his body landed with a thud</p><p>He faced Mama and before she could plead, he struck her neck.</p><p>Fear, anger, confusion, terror, all this emotion descended on my fragile body at once that I began to tremble.</p><p>Mr Ngabo was our lovely neighbour, we exchanged food until the Belgium people came and told him his skin and nose made him inferior.</p><p><br/></p><p>He left the room when he was satisfied with what he has done</p><p>I stayed in the wardrobe for what felt like an eternity.</p><p>I finally went out and all I saw was horror, Ntwali arm was severed and on his wrist was the bracelet we exchanged when we promised to be friends forever.</p><p><br/></p><p>A genocide just started and today was just the beginning.</p><p><br/></p><p>PS: This write up was inspired by the Rwanda Genocide that happened in 1994</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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