By Susan Macaulay
Before 1994, Germaine lived with her 9 brothers and sisters and her mom
and dad, who were a businessman and a teacher, respectively.
Both of her
parents and her five eldest siblings were slaughtered in the genocide
and she was left at age 11 as the oldest of her brethren, to care for
her 3 younger sisters and 1 younger brother. In addition to losing her
family, Germaine was left with a demolished house and no belongings.
siblings were in desperate need of nourishment and clothing. Germaine was frustrated because she believed she was not
supposed to be supporting these children who looked up to her as the
almighty. Children would come to her for answers she didn't have, because what she had seen was completely beyond her
By Rahul Mukharjee
...To my mom!
"No My Lord! I don’t recognise this women and I have never seen these three children..."
Today, at the age of 37, whenever I imagine a woman in her late
twenties with her three sons of six, nine and 14 years, in front of a
man in witness box uttering the above line, I feel ashamed to realise
that it was my Father! And I was the youngest one at the time!
By Jennifer Marriott
I’ve occupied myself doing lots of ‘stuff’ in my grown-up life.
I flirted with the broadcasting industry, as ‘on air’ talent and behind the scenes control freak. I worked as a waitress, bartender, restaurant manager, cook and dishwasher. Sometimes all in the same day.
I knocked around the communications industry – graphic design, advertising and marketing – until it didn't like me very much, and I liked it even less.
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By Catherine Pastille
They were trying to save her life.
That’s why the attending medical staff had ushered me away from my mother’s bedside, leaving me to stand alone in the middle of the hospital corridor.
I felt as if an invisible umbilical cord was being shredded. It was quite strange. Although I was an adult, I became aware that there was something quite powerful that connected us, and I sensed it being pulled away from the center of my body – I could feel it, in physical way.
The doctors asked what I wished them to do – resuscitate? Use a ventilator? Let her go? I was at the center of what felt like an approaching storm – one I knew I could not avoid.
It was then that I saw her coming toward me with open arms; and when I did, I knew in an instant that this was no ordinary moment…
By Susan Macaulay
When the genocide in Rwanda began in 1994, Mama Zula was a 79-year-old
grandmother who, up until then, had led a relatively unremarkable life.
By the end of the nation-wide massacre, she was a hero
From a Friday sometime in April 1994, Mama Zula began sheltering
friends and neighbours in her home in Gitarama, Rwanda’s second largest
She kept 100 people hidden for 67 days, despite repeated threats from
machete-wielding militia members who swore they would kill her if she
didn’t open the doors to her home.