In the stillness of night came the worst chaos.
In the stillness of that night, life in itself changed.
In the stillness of that night, peace was broken and hate sprouted.
In the stillness of that night, our home became our terror ground.
You see home,
Home is such a beautiful concept.
But what do you do, where do you turn,
Who do you run to when your brothers are killing.
Killing you for your height,
Killing you for your nose shape and contour,
Killing you for being you,
Killing you for being Tutsi.
In the stillness of that night, the April rain poured.
What we once knew as beautiful April rains,
Became the silencer of our screams,
Our yells,
Our pain.
Why did you kill me, brother?
Why?
You heard the yelling of our fathers,
The weeping of our mothers
The screams of our sisters and brothers,
The shrieks from the toddlers.
Why did you kill me brother, why?
I ask myself, why?
Why I became the enemy,
The one you said could no longer be.
I ask myself, why?
Why I have to be the one to give,
Give compassion, give kindness,
Why I do I have to be the one to forgive.
You see forgiveness,
Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong.
An attribute I fight for, I long for.
But the truth is,
In the stillness of that night, a seed of pain was planted
A seed that was never watered, never wanted.
A seed planted on the concrete. Bleak,
Never meant to grow, never meant to peak.
But I bloomed from the concrete.
I rose from the ashes.
Shaming the masses.
You see these masses,
They knew, they heard, they saw.
They knew of the plots and ploys,
Heard the pain but put up a facade, a decoy.
A decoy to hide that they saw,
They saw me, a seed left on the concrete.
A seed planted on the concrete,
Never watered, never wanted.
But it bloomed, it grew.
Grown through battle scars
Watered by pushing for a better destiny,
A better fate.
So here I stand, from the stillness of that night.
I stand,
I soar,
I soar like the phoenix risen from the ashes.
Tuzahora tubibuka, dusigasira amateka yacu, twubaka u’Rwanda rwejo hazaza
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