Mama, which way should I go?
A few weeks ago, I visited Rwanda’s Kigali Genocide Memorial Museum . The memorial site for where remains of persons who perished in the genocide were buried. A pictures galore welcomes you of some of the weapons people used to kill one another over tribal grievances. Skulls, chains, padlocks, sticks, guns, machetes name it. People were using anything and everything to eliminate each other. The children’s section is what gripped my heart though. Children are seen to tell stories of the genocide through their eyes at the time. There’s a room filled with pictures of little ones that perished. Parents I bet were told to indicate when their child was born, when s (he) died and what the last words of the child were prior to their death. The one last word/statement I left that museum thinking about was of a 7 year old, besides whose picture memorial were written the words, “mama which way should I go?” He was shot in the head when the genocidaires came to their village shooti