A survivor’s blog since 2013

I was ten in 1994. I still write for that boy.

And for everyone who never got to grow up. Here are his hopes, his fears, and, I confess, his frustrations. Here, too, are the stories survivors are told to keep quiet or are too afraid to tell, about justice, memory, and life after the genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda.

Start here

More recent stories

All stories →

Rolling hills at dawn, with a path winding toward the light

Subscribe

Join thousands of readers

Never miss a Justice4Survivors post. New stories come straight to your inbox.

Free. Unsubscribe anytime.

Invite me to speak

I speak about the genocide and my own survival at schools, universities, museums, and community events.

Share your story

Writing, a recording, or however it comes to you. Kinyarwanda, French, or English. Your name, a pen name, or no name at all.