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 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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