When my country Rwanda fell into an unnamable horror; we were overwhelmed by terror, agony, and death. Humanly speaking, there was no way of escape. We have lived genocide for hundred days. For this reason however, I have a hard time to understand why no one intervened. We only came to understand what was happening after seeing Hutu were systematically killing from house to house. In my family we lost about 200 including my siblings, cousins, and aunties, etc. However my lovely wife who was 8 years old, now she is the only one who survived among all her family of more than 300 people.
Fear and agony started to invade us. There was nowhere to run to, for there were military roadblocks set everywhere. At this time there was nothing else to be done than to turn my eyes to the only one who is more than able to save us, my God! My faith in God and in His word became great! I desired so much to live. I came strongly against standing in one place and wait to be killed, and I found it unjust that somebody would decide to take my life just like that! It was unacceptable! From childhood, I suffered and witnessed human rights abuses, killings, discrimination and persecution. My faith in God and in Jesus Christ was so strong and real that it had become a fortress in which I heed. I tried to run every day 24/7 for about two months, and then I got very tired and decide to hide in a small pit every day before the sun rise. I saw the hand of God each day. He saved some of us many times and my hope became stronger despite the hard circumstances we lived.
Every single day killers hunted and opened fire on us and started shooting. Believing we were all going to die, they did not bury my family and friends, the bodies were on hills. I was shocked but, I kept my hope in the everlasting God. He looked down up on me and heard my cry.
Jason & Françoise Nshimye © 2012
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