KWIBUKA- A Story to Remember
But Like a tale, tens and thousands of sprouting and ripened souls
wiped off the surface of the earthThe
ramifications of ethnocentricity were silently loud in the cities
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 souls.
Never again, shall
souls, designed to emancipate the future of Africa be thrown into the dungeons
of oblivion.
Never again
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