So it has been almost 2 months since we arrived home from Rwanda, and I have been doing a lot of reflection, trying to digest what I have learned in Rwanda... sometimes experiencing some gastrointestinal discomfort (get the pun? HA-HA). I had the opportunity to briefly (all in about 10 min) share the highlights at church last Sunday. Since coming home, I finished one summer course at UBC and am completing my second one right now... then VACATION!!!
On our first weekend in Rwanda, we stayed in Kigali (the capital) where we had orientations. We walked around the city near our gorgeous hotel Beausejour, and saw many armed guards. We also noticed people hissing "ssss ssss ssss" on the streets, and we thought people were being rude or doing cat calls..... BUT we learned pretty quickly that these "hissing" noises were used to get people's attention. Pretty amazing when that one person out of the crowd will turn and respond... how did they know that "ssss sssss" was for them?!
Beausejour, beautiful little hotel about 10 min away from the airport
We also experienced our first meal in Rwanda (must say it was very good in comparison to the next 6 weeks!).
Talapia (fish) in mushroom sauce, rice, french fries (yuuuummy), and veggies
We were enjoying the views of the hills, and got our first taste of riding on taxi-motos.
Vroom vroom... R & I ready to weave through the traffic
We visited Hotel Des Mille Collines (where Hotel Rwanda actually took place).
The pool where water was rationed for hotel guests during the genocide
And we had the opportunity to visit the Kigali Genocide Memorial Centre. Before writing about the stories and experiences, I would like to share with you some of the cold realities many of these people faced after the genocide.
The outside of Kigali Genocide Memorial Centre
My heart has never pounded so fast and hard as I walked through the memorial. The memorial is built in a circular format with the accounts of the genocide written around the outer most circle of the memorial. In 1994, an estimation of 1 million people were killed in a mere 100 days. This genocide differed from other genocides, such as the Holocaust, because neighbors, friends, and family were ordered to kill those who were Tutsi. Most people were not killed by guns, but by machetes and other farming tools. The country was littered with bodies.
The inner circle included displays of skulls and bones of those who perished. Furthermore, the tools used in the genocide, such as machetes, were displayed along with particles of clothing that were left behind. One of which included a shirt clearly from Canada (that really hit home for me). Then I walked into a room filled with pictures of those who have perished. I was surrounded by them.
My heart was pounding, my head was spinning... I had no emotions to express, not even a tear fell... I was so stunned. As if these were not enough, we walked upstairs to a memorial for the other genocides committed in the world... none of those were any less horrible or petrifying. How did our world end up like this? Why haven't we learned from the past? Or have we?
Mass graves at the Kigali Genocide Memorial
The suffering of those in the genocide was already too unbearable to fathom. We then walked into the children's memorial corner. We were surrounded by photos of children who were killed in the genocide. Many children were murdered as a measure to ensure extinction as the next generation would also cease to exist. Under the photos were descriptions of what the child enjoyed eating, their favourite thing to do, their favourite person, and other personal details of their lives. In my mind, I could picture these children playing and happily enjoying their childhood. The last description was how they were killed. Some of these included their friend/neighbour killing them even after begging for mercy and reminding them of their friendship, others smashed against the wall, and many other devastating and shocking accounts. I was so shaken that I could neither move nor think clearly. My heart wrenched with pain and sorrow, yet still no tears could fall from my eyes. How could anyone be so cruel to hurt the innocent children....? This part of the memorial was entitled "Wasted lives...". When I had regained my composure, I remembered thinking and hoping that these children's lives will not wasted, but that they serve as a clear and painful reminder of the cruelty of humanity and to ensure that we, as global citizens, do our part to prevent these genocides from occurring again.
A long moment of silence
After visiting the memorial, my heart was heavy. This was the start of our journey in Rwanda. I was prepared to meet people in villages who were heavy-hearted, depressed, sad, and have no hope. After all, if it were me, I would still be grieving after 16 years... I mean, how would anyone be able to let go of the indescribable anger and sadness, and truly forgive after witnessing your family being murdered?
However, the friends and people we met in Rwanda proved to be much different than I could ever imagine. They are living in hope, forgiveness, love, perseverance, and diligence.