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I lay in my hospital bed after giving birth, Could hear the murdering, raping 
Hutus approaching my bed
My baby was no more. They ravaged me.  Left me alive...........
Could hear the battle getting nearer
All I was worried about was my mother,  Home alone...
My husband was away was he fighting, Was he alive......
Clutching my dead baby staggered towards home,  The smell of blood filled the 
air. Then I saw them,  The valiant Tutu's,   Fighting for us.  here and now
The sound of machetes   clashing together.  Limbs flying through the air. Like 
boomerangs.
The screaming ....The misery.......
When I staggered home.  Found Mother in the water butt.  Hiding from the 
savages.  She was alive and ok.. So traumatised
Many twisted bodies on the ground.  Dragged them into a pile, trying to 
remember who they were.  To keep a record , for posterity.  Poured paraffin over 
them and cremated them. Praying for their souls
We buried the baby in the hard red earth. Couldn't cry, had no tears we were.in 
shock......
Date was April 7th...
So tired, we slept.  Hidden from view...
I am alive, my heart beating.  Yet I feel dead.  Dead inside....Why I ask myself.  
Why is it happening....God only, knows.  
Why?......


Penned 22/08/2014 for the Genocide Speak for the Lost contest.
I used 100 days slaughter of Rwanda.





You can see the skeletons of some of the twenty percent of the tutus that were 
killed,
Can see the open mouth of the cry of pain. They have been kept. A reminder to 
the future generation
April 7th is called Genocide Memorial Day, the week following is a national 
mourning week.

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