Every now and then in Mata we remember.
We go back to the ashes where we rose like a Phoenix. We revisit the stormy days and the nights where darkness and hate ruled over unity and love,
We rewind the 100 days aho Imana itatahaga i Rwanda, I mean surely he wouldn’t have watched it all unfold and green light that season that broke everyone it came across, one by one.
So yes, every now and then in Mata, we rewind so the patterns that led there never replay.
I never understood how exactly I should remember something I was not a part of, I know it’s where I came from and it’s arched into history, but tell me how could I remember a history that did not coexist with me.
How could I remember a 1994 that didn’t leave a trail of memories for me to see when I close my eyes? I often focus the most on remembering I barely glanced a second time at the renewal.
With time I’ve learnt that to unite is to be one and be there for each other, especially for those whose memories are still vivid like no time has passed. To escalate in an era where unity and love dominate and CHOOSE to keep it that way.
I may not share with you the memories and the symphony of emotion from that season sometimes sounds foreign to my ears. I don’t know how best I can remember I was born into you long after you’d bled.
And as I cry with you every now and then in Mata I as your daughter dear Rwanda, vow to not repeat what tore you apart. And I now remember what not to do, to keep you in the era where unity and love will dominate, even when the sky is not all milk and honey.
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