​The image of her six small children, some of the youngest victims of Rwanda’s genocide, whimpering in the red dirt for hours before they died. Their suffering haunts her more than the attack itself, carried out with wooden clubs spiked with nails. Those two men were Monica’s own brothers, like her, Hutu - and unlike her Tutsi husband who they also killed, and her children deemed Tutsi simply because he was, they are still alive today. Yet sitting on a rock in front of her mud home, Monica, 57, says she has finally forgiven, and then introduces me to her brother, Paul Twahirwa, 50, who sits down beside us. “I can say I love my brother, and he is also my friend,” she says, simply.

Source: Standard Digital April 13, 2019 13:18 UTC