As we commemorate the Genocide perpetrated against Tutsi, I recall with pain those families that were completely wiped out.
This leaves me with many questions. I look around, I see human beings, but again I remember that they all went silent when these families were being exterminated.
What actually happened? Why did we accept? Did these people have neighbors? Where did the possibility of picking a child and pretending to be the mother go? Where was the world? Where was God? And many more questions.
However I understand. Or do I?
This is what Genocide is all about. It is about “Killing them all” for who they are. The age does not matter, the family status does not matter, the region does not matter. All that matters is “Killing them all”.
We remember the more than 15,000 families that were wiped from this planet that we call ours. The planet that was handed over to us by nature to love and cherish, the planet that we have the duty to leave in better shape than we found it.
That is the planet that perpetrators fed with the blood of innocent Tutsi, most of whom had only one preoccupation, “earn a better living for their descendants”, a living they were denied. For many decades they accepted that they were a category on its own. They were repeatedly counted, not for developmental purpose but to know how much effort would be required to “Kill them All” and of course for the so called “equilibre”. They were called names, they were looked at in disgust. They were dehumanized and scapegoated. Songs that kill were written and sang by many, they were broadcast, people danced over them and many were chilling.
After all this is something cyclical, ni amatungo amara urubanza, right? Whenever something happened, Tutsi had to die. Yes, Habyarimana had Tutsi Killed to stop Kayibanda from killing Tutsi. Weird!
When the King Mutara III Rudahigwa was killed in Burundi, the message was that “Tutsi killed the King” and Hutu should revenge. Yes, this happened in some parts of Rwanda, especially in the northern parts of the country. Weird!
When Inyenzi started the war in 60s, Tutsi inside the country were killed. When the RPF started the Liberation struggle, Tutsi inside the country were killed.
When President Ndadaye of Burundi was killed, Tutsi in Rwanda were killed. Weird! When Bucyana was killed in Butare, Tutsi in Kigali were killed.
When a certain Katumba died, Tutsi were killed. Katumba!! When Bagosora and his henchmen shot down President Habyarimana plane, Tutsi and Tutsi and Tutsi were, now exterminated.
Today we are talking about, completely wiped out families. Those babies, toddlers, youth, mothers and fathers, grandparents….all gone and we are kissing them goodbye.
I understand that is what Genocide is all about. But will I ever understand the “how” part of it? You see, in Rwanda killers were neighbors. Those people you see every day, you go to church with, you meet and share the same market place, these are people you went to school with and, believe me, share the same air.
One dark morning you wake up to classic music, before you know it, your very neighbor is holding a machete and seems to be convinced that you shot down the plane. Not only “you” but also your children, parents, extended families…every Tutsi played a role in shooting down the plane.
Is this what is referred to as scapegoating? More than 15,000 families are killed and more than a 1,000,000 Tutsi are gone. The plane! Or is it really the plane?
Today I kiss them goodbye
Today I do not want to remember their pain
Today I recall their resilience
Today I remember how they shone into the darkness
Today I remember what they were like
Today I remember what they liked
Today I kiss them goodbye, each of them.
Each of them young and old
Today I want to join their voices in the skies
I want to sing “We are Overcomers”
A new song in my heart
I am searching for the melody
I am searching for the steps
I know exactly how to do it
Because I know how they like it.
Here is my song
Thou shall not be forgotten
Because I am alive
Thou shall not be forgotten
Because I know who you are
I may not know every name
But I know every soul.
I count and recount those beautiful souls
With a heavy heart I kiss them goodbye
With a big smile I present our valiant soldiers
Your blood never cried “revenge”
They cried “Love”
That is my melody today
Those are my steps today
I sing and dance “Love”
For it is your legacy to this generation
And generations to come!