As we approach this year’s commemoration of the genocide against the Tutsi, thoughts and streaks of anger and rage crowd my mind.
Many unanswered questions remain, 18 years later. And the chance that we will ever fully comprehend what happened in 1994 is next to none.
This much we have all, as a People come to accept. We cannot look back. We must not be weighted down by the desire to revenge. That is too heavy a cross to carry. We must forgive, even though I don’t know what that means, when we are sorrounded by painful daily memories.
We do NOT have the luxury of forgetting, lest we succumb to man’s inhumanity to man, again. Our enemies still lurk in the dark seeking to “finish the job”?
On a daily basis I struggle with the fact that there seems to be little remorse among those who engineered, executed and supported the carnage of those 100 dark days in 1994. I have searched far and wide, and I am yet to find a book or literature by a Munyarwanda that abhors the genocide against the Tutsi. What are we to make of this defeaning silence?
What are we to make of the insulting, hurtful and deeply offensive speeches by the enemies of Rwanda and their hired guns?
In our collective mourning, as we approach the period of KWIBUKA, we must be mindful of the fact that our spirit was wounded and bruised. It was NOT broken, nor can it ever.