A Genocide survivor man was found dead yesterday in his native neighborhood of Nyamata, a dozen miles east of the capital Kigali. Police found his beheaded body lying on the ground, reported Rwanda’s local newspaper Igihe and umuseke. Family relatives believe the victim, Jean-Paul Mwiseneza, was assassinated in […]
Uyu munsi abayisilamu bizihiza umunsi mukuru wa Eid al-Fitr natekereje ku mpano idasanzwe umuyisilamu umwe yampaye igihe nk’iki mu myaka 25 ishize. Sinibuka neza itariki uyu mugabo yampereye iyi mpano ariko uwo munsi isoko rya Kinazi ryari ryaremye! Ni mu mpera z’ukwezi kwa munani, umwaka wa 1994. Byari […]
Flash Radio/TV: Abarokotse Jenoside yakorewe abatutsi mu karere ka Gakenke mu ntara y’Amajyaruguru baravuga ko bashengurwa no kubona imitungo y’imiryango yazimye ibyazwa umusaruro na bamwe mu bagize uruhare mu kwica iyo miryango. Bavuga ko kuba ababishe ari bo bahindukiye bagasubira mu mitungo yabo ari agashinyaguro, bagasaba ko bayikurwamo […]
Every genocide survivor has at least one darkest day in his life. A day that made his entire life fall apart forever. A day that only those who lived it can understand. May 7th is that trying date for my wife, her brothers, our best friend Frida and […]
Throughout the conferences I attended in the United States lately, I raised up, again and again, the issue of lack of adequate reparation for the survivors of Genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda, 25 years on. In response I got the same old story from the officials: reparation […]
I spoke to France 24/Spanish Channel, yesterday. They asked me my views on forgiveness and reconciliation. I have to admit that the duo is certainly NOT my favorite topics to discuss. Next, my favorite topic came up: Justice for the victims. They asked me why i feel strongly […]
At first, many things did not make sense in my 10-year-old mind. I could not understand why we, the Tutsi, were hiding, being murdered in cold blood and our houses being burnt down while our Hutu neighbors were just living a normal life. Going to the market, bars, even celebrating weddings. But I quickly understood one thing: that being a Tutsi, or at least being identified as such, was a terrible crime punishable by horrific death. I also realized that my parents and grandparents were guilty of this crime too – the crime of having been born. A crime against the very who we were-Genocide.