KWIBUKA- A Story to Remember
But Like a tale, tens and thousands of sprouting and ripened souls wiped off the surface of the earth The ramifications of ethnocentricity were silently loud in the cities A promise etched in hearts so deep! The horrors seen; the blood-stained atmosphere witnessed- The palpability of unfolding events, outdoing the human mind. The smell of blood; the sound of cries; The distorted stories that unwound minds; prejudiced perceptions; and manipulated attitudes which abruptly made lovers turn into foes, and friends, FIENDS. Never again shall a story of a loving people be distortedly engraved in such an unsightly sight of agony. Never again shall the forces of darkness whisper a litany of untruths in our ears Never again shall the shadows of the past cast a slur on us Never again shall a united people be scattered with the brazen sharpness of machetes, hammers, and clubs to the point of soiling the soils and streets with the blood of innocent soul...