Stories of Love

In the next few weeks Roger and I will be meeting many many people who have experienced real hardship. I hope to share some of these stories and their photos here. Below is a link to a story about Mulisa Fred


MULISA FRED’S TESTIMONY

Before the genocide, I lived at Nyamata, Kanzenze district (Commune) in Kigali rural. We had a big family. I remember how my grandfather loved me so much. I had my grandmother and many aunts. The youngest of my aunts, Uwamwezi, loved me so much. I can’t forget her. I liked to look after my grandfather’s cows and always be with him. He gave me two even though I was too young to have my own cows.

With my parents, life was very wonderful. I was very loved because I was the first born. I had four sisters and one brother who was the last born.

In 1992, I started to notice some abnormal and horrible events. I saw some houses on fire, cows killed by force and not by their owners. With my parents, we moved from our home and found refuge at the primary school of Nyamata. Some days later, we went back to our house. I was 12 years old, and I started to understand why they wanted to kill us, who wanted to kill us and to hear about some political parties. The tensions continued to build up to 1994.

Early in the morning of 7th April 1994 our father came in our bed room. He was very afraid. I didn’t know what happened to him, I was not used to seeing him like that. He took us in his arms and hugged us tightly. Without saying anything he went back to his room. We were all surprised, we couldn’t know. From that day, in our region hutu started to kill tutsi. Because we were tutsi, we had to die. Every hutu had to find a tutsi, wherever they were hidden, and kill him/her. They also started to look for us in order to kill us. 


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