On the night of April 6, my dad was listening to the news. Suddenly, he looked shocked and told us in a low voice, "Our neighbors will definitely try to kill us." His words made me realize the danger we were in. We left home 1am on the 7 instructed not to cry/cough. #Kwibuka30 2/12)In the early morning light, we finally got away from our Hutu neighbors and reached what we hoped would be safety. But instead of safety, we found ourselves trapped inside the Gishaka Catholic Church for many days. Sleeping on the floor, no food or drinks. #Kwibuka30

(1/6:) 🕯️In memory of my sister, Constance Mujawase, who bravely protected me during the genocide against the Tutsi. She was 13. For 2 weeks, she carried me on her back in a kitenge fabric, navigating the dangers and hiding in the bushes. Her courage was unmatched. #sisterlove… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… (2/6) On day 15, we were discovered by our killers. They brutally cut her left ear off with a machete, but she persisted in running, carrying me on her back as blood covered my face. The scent lingers in my memory. Despite the pain, she fought on, her unwavering determination to… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…