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Unless otherwise stated, the scriptures quoted in this book are taken from<br />
the KJV and NIV translations of the Bible. This story is based on real life<br />
events. However, some of the names of the people involved have been<br />
changed to protect their identities.<br />
Published by: Jeanne D’Arc Uwanyiligira<br />
Ujeanne65@yahoo.fr | ISBN:978-9970-9822-0-2<br />
Edited and typeset by: Rebecca Rugyendo<br />
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS<br />
I would like to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who loved<br />
me enough to die for me. He healed my pain and delivered me,<br />
so that I may deliver others. Without Him, I would not be alive<br />
to tell this tale.<br />
I acknowledge my family; my dear husband Patrick and my<br />
lovely children, for supporting and encouraging me in this life’s<br />
journey. They held my hand when I was weak and cheered me<br />
on in the ministry. I also want to specifically thank my elder<br />
sister Helena for helping me during the most difficult times of<br />
my life. To my late father, who was killed in the genocide; he<br />
encouraged me every day, urging me to be strong because the<br />
storm would pass. It did. I honor his memory.<br />
I appreciate the leaders of Nathan Restoration Outreach<br />
Ministries who have stood by me when I needed them most.<br />
Their unrelenting support has encouraged me through the<br />
years. Thank you!<br />
I want to thank Rebecca Rugyendo, for editing this book and<br />
encouraging me throughout the whole process.<br />
To Beverley Forbes Diaby, thank you for encouraging me<br />
throughout this journey of healing and forgiveness.<br />
God bless you all!<br />
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To the Lord God Almighty, without whose love and power I would not be<br />
who I am today — a free woman. And to my dear husband, who forsook<br />
everything for me. I dedicate this book to you.<br />
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CONTENTS<br />
CHAPTER ONE<br />
A Childhood to Remember.................................................................1<br />
CHAPTER TWO<br />
Love Meets Resistance.......................................................................5<br />
CHAPTER THREE<br />
Out of the Shadows into the Fire......................................................13<br />
CHAPTER FOUR<br />
The Saddest Day of my Life...............................................................18<br />
CHAPTER FIVE<br />
Hated for Loving...............................................................................23<br />
CHAPTER SIX<br />
The Going Gets Tough......................................................................31<br />
CHAPTER SEVEN<br />
The Stench of Death.........................................................................37<br />
CHAPTER EIGHT<br />
The Aftermath..................................................................................46<br />
CHAPTER NINE<br />
Unshackled.......................................................................................54<br />
CHAPTER TEN<br />
Dealing with Bitterness and Learning to Forgive.............................59<br />
CHAPTER ELEVEN<br />
Peace of Mind and the Bumpy Road to Freedom ...........................70<br />
CHAPTER TWELVE<br />
Delivered to Deliver.........................................................................75<br />
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PREFACE<br />
When I think about my roots, I come to terms with the<br />
complexity of human relationships. Before the Belgians<br />
colonized Rwanda, it was a monarchy that had been ruled by the<br />
minority Tutsi ethnic group for many years. Two new countries<br />
emerged in 1962 — Rwanda, dominated by the Hutus, and<br />
Burundi by the Tutsis — and the ethnic fighting flared on and off<br />
in the following decades. The majority Hutus in Rwanda<br />
overthrew the Tutsi monarchy and tens of thousands of Tutsis<br />
fled to neighboring countries, including Uganda, DR Congo and<br />
Tanzania. Fighting continued until a 1993 peace deal was signed.<br />
Unfortunately, it exploded into the genocide against the Tutsis<br />
in 1994. During the approximate 100-day period from April 7 to<br />
mid-July 1994, an estimated 500,000 –1,000,000 Rwandans<br />
were killed, constituting as much as 70% of the Tutsi and 20%<br />
of Rwanda’s total population<br />
When I began dealing with ethnicity, I was caught in a whirlpool<br />
of conflict borne out of divisions among my fellow country<br />
people, with whom we spoke the same language. Having grown<br />
up among people who lived in harmony, shared the little they<br />
had, donated cows to each other and freely inter-married, I was<br />
now like a child waking up from the worst nightmare. During<br />
that time, I asked my parents why they had not told us about<br />
these deep-seated divisions, to which they said they did not<br />
want us to know about the differences at such an early stage.<br />
They obviously wanted to protect us from what they themselves<br />
had experienced while growing up. They had been forced to<br />
leave their land to start new lives as internally displaced people<br />
in uninhabited forests. After hearing their account, I understood<br />
why they had shielded us from the truth. It was for our own good<br />
after all, because had they told us about it, I know I would have<br />
grown up with hatred in my heart. Being aware of those<br />
problems during my childhood would have shaped my life<br />
differently.<br />
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As I matured, I finally came to understand that when one does<br />
not know the extent of a problem, they tend to underestimate<br />
it; only to suffer the consequences later, all the while hoping the<br />
situation will change. With time, they get familiar with it and<br />
even personalize it. When they realize they cannot do anything<br />
about it, they leave it to time and chance, waiting to see what<br />
the future will bring. They eventually learn to live with the<br />
problem and even become a part of it. My parents’ testimony,<br />
however, helped me to fully understand the background of the<br />
ethnic differences in Rwanda<br />
and the problems they had caused. I was also equipped to face<br />
the problems that were otherwise new to me. For quite some<br />
time, I had been wondering why the problem was as serious as<br />
it was, but my parents’ testimony helped me understand it. At<br />
the time I discovered the differences, I was abroad, living with a<br />
relative who had fled the country. It was then that I realized I<br />
did not know how and why he had fled. I had just accepted what<br />
I had been told as part of our country’s history but hadn’t taken<br />
time to understand and analyze the details.<br />
I naively thought the past was never going to repeat itself. I<br />
somehow thought the people had learnt from what had<br />
happened in the past and, better still, were now educated<br />
enough not to do anything so hateful. Little did I know that what<br />
I was yet to experience would have severe effects that would<br />
stay with me for the rest of my life. Imagine yourself fighting in<br />
the dark with no hope of being rescued. When you stay too long<br />
in the dark, you become accustomed to it and before long you<br />
master it enough to fight even better than those who cast you<br />
there. This is because you have known every corner of your dark<br />
surrounding. I stayed so long in the ‘dark’ that my heart could<br />
not relate to anything other than self-defense. Discovering my<br />
identity in God was the explanation I was seeking, and the<br />
answer to my problems.<br />
I found peace when I understood that God created human<br />
beings in His image and breathed His breath into us. Only then<br />
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was I able to know the true value of the inner man. Have you<br />
ever wondered why and how some of the most unimaginable<br />
atrocities in history were committed by the most unexpected<br />
individuals? God did not create man with an evil heart. Man was<br />
originally created pure and innocent. However, his nature fell<br />
from this innocent state when he was beguiled by Satan, the<br />
tempter and deceiver of old. And when man’s heart got<br />
corrupted, out of it began to flow all sorts of evil. We became<br />
helpless, naturally giving ourselves to do on the outward – as a<br />
result of our corrupted thought process – abominable things.<br />
There is a need therefore to surrender this inner man to our<br />
Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ because if we do not, our thought<br />
processes will result in sin, and we know that the end result of<br />
this is DEATH (Romans 6:23).<br />
Many Rwandans need healing and deliverance from the hatred,<br />
grudges and divisions deeply rooted in their hearts. They have<br />
become a sad chapter of history that is recounted to them over<br />
and over again. While some are still grieving the loss of their<br />
loved ones, others are dealing with the guilt of living with<br />
relatives of people they killed. The bereaved are constantly<br />
reminded of their lost loved ones by their murderers who freely<br />
live among them. At the same time, those responsible for taking<br />
these innocent lives have to nurse guilt and regret whenever<br />
they see surviving relatives of their victims. As some surviving<br />
victims decide to get their revenge, those<br />
who killed are still killing witnesses in a bid to bury any traces of<br />
evidence, cover up the gruesome reminders and silence the<br />
tormenting voice of guilt; and so, the cycle continues. Like most<br />
Christians do, Rwandans have either forgotten or never really<br />
known the scripture in Romans 12:19 that says, “Do not take<br />
revenge my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it<br />
is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay,’ says the Lord.” This<br />
is a clear instruction to us not to take revenge, but to leave it to<br />
God, the true avenger. We are to bless our persecutors and not<br />
curse them, knowing that every sin has consequences, every<br />
deed has a reward and there’s fruit for every seed sown. Romans<br />
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12:21 says, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with<br />
good.”<br />
Many Rwandans have suffered with wounds from the past just<br />
like I did. We were all broken people that needed healing. As<br />
days went on, the burden for the restoration of my people<br />
became heavier on me, and in the process, I grew in salvation<br />
and in the work of God. The more I prayed, the more I realized<br />
that salvation and forgiveness was needed among the people. I<br />
came to understand that failure to forgive hurts the victim more<br />
than it does those that need to be forgiven. I started thinking of<br />
ways I could reach as many people as I could to tell them about<br />
forgiveness. There was no way my voice alone could be heard. I,<br />
then, began to look at my life experience as training ground for<br />
the work that was ahead of me. Had I not been trained the way<br />
I was, I would never have turned out the way I did. I started<br />
asking God to tell me what I could tell people who were facing<br />
various problems. Whether they were problems similar to mine<br />
or not did not really matter. All I needed were people who were<br />
burdened, so that they could be released the way I was released.<br />
The most pressing message I wanted to pass on to them was<br />
that forgiveness was for their benefit more than for those that<br />
hurt them. With time, the idea of sharing my testimony came to<br />
my mind, and that is how this book was birthed.<br />
Making the decision to write my story was not easy. This is<br />
something that affected me personally and involved my<br />
relatives, friends and loved ones. However, after encountering<br />
the saving grace of my Lord Jesus Christ, I remembered His<br />
words in Mathew 10:8, where He says; “Heal the sick, cleanse the<br />
lepers, raise the dead, cast out devils: freely ye have received,<br />
freely give.” With this in mind, I set out to freely share the love<br />
and forgiveness God gave me. In spite of the constant voices of<br />
condemnation reminding us of the wrong we have done, we<br />
must throw out all pessimism and appreciate the good that we<br />
already have in Jesus Christ. Healing and forgiveness did not<br />
come automatically for me. It took the grace of God, working in<br />
me through the revelation of His free gift of salvation and<br />
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forgiveness of my sin. I thank God for the wonderful gift of the<br />
Holy Spirit, who opened my eyes to this reality. I decided to<br />
share my testimony so that many Rwandans and other people<br />
worldwide with similar experiences could get out of the<br />
darkness and enter into the marvelous light of our Lord Jesus<br />
Christ. As you read this book, may the Holy Spirit open your<br />
heart to receive the healing, peace and true love only He can<br />
give. Freely receive forgiveness, freely give it. From my heart to<br />
yours,<br />
Jeanne D’Arc Uwanyiligira<br />
June 2018<br />
Kigali/Rwanda<br />
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A CHILDHOOD TO REMEMBER<br />
I was born in Gitarama, a southern province in Rwanda. I am the<br />
second born in a family of four children. My father was a nurse<br />
and was always transferred from place to place because of the<br />
nature of his job. A medical official in the rural areas was<br />
considered a very important person, and our home always<br />
hosted many people, who came as regular visitors, and others as<br />
patients seeking my father’s services. We, therefore, made<br />
friends with very many people and learnt many different<br />
cultures. Everybody was welcome at home. What stood out for<br />
me is how my father treated everyone equally. At the time of the<br />
events I remember of my childhood, my father was working as a<br />
nursing officer stationed at a nearby catholic mission and<br />
convent. Wherever we lived, children in the neighborhood<br />
called him ‘father’ because he nurtured them in one way or<br />
another. My parents taught us to love everybody. My childhood<br />
was a peaceful one and I had never heard of any ethnic-related<br />
problems in my family, let alone our neighborhood. I had only<br />
heard about an incident in history, nothing more
I started school, but because my father was always on the move,<br />
he sometimes let us stay at the convent during school days and<br />
we joined him and my mother wherever they would have posted<br />
him during school holidays. As I spent a long time with nuns in<br />
this convent, it eventually became my childhood dream to<br />
become a nun.<br />
That dream, however, was only to last as long as I was in school,<br />
because whenever I returned home, life went on as usual. I<br />
remember some moments in school, when we were asked to<br />
stand according to our ethnic groups; I stood up as a Tutsi one<br />
day and as a Hutu the next, simply because I did not quite know<br />
which group I belonged to. I did not know why they asked us to<br />
stand according to our ethnic groups. I could not ask my<br />
teacher, because it was regarded as insolence for a child to seek<br />
an explanation to a matter not related to what they were taught<br />
in class. Whenever I tried to ask my parents, they did not give<br />
me a clear explanation, and only convinced me that the teachers<br />
wanted to know our numbers. However, at the back of my mind,<br />
it always felt like there was something creepy and very<br />
unsettling about my roots. I could not put my finger to it, but<br />
there was always an uneasy feeling about me that refused to go<br />
away. I wish I knew what it was going to be, I would have<br />
prepared myself. Unfortunately, I did not.<br />
When I grew older and my father had retired, I went to stay with<br />
my elder sister Helena in a place called Remera, a distance away<br />
from my childhood home. One night, we were invited to attend<br />
a party in the neighborhood and among the invited guests was<br />
a young man, who introduced himself as Patrick. He was very<br />
handsome, seemed amiable and particularly calm. He was<br />
striking! As the evening wound down, amidst splendid music,<br />
great food and cheerful banter, it felt like the world was at my<br />
feet! Life was delightful. Looking back, those were some of my<br />
best experiences as a young adult. Sure enough, my sister and I<br />
had pleasant company for the rest of the evening. We talked<br />
about a lot of things and about each other. As our conversation<br />
progressed, I immediately noted that he was from the Hutu<br />
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ethnic group. Right up to that point, it didn’t matter where he<br />
was from. Here was a nice man, making us laugh and being great<br />
company.<br />
However, the moment it became apparent that he was from<br />
another ethnic group different from mine, the red flags went up<br />
and I knew I had to tread cautiously. The political situation in<br />
Rwanda was becoming sensitive. During that time, the very idea<br />
that a Hutu and a Tutsi were close friends was akin to signing a<br />
death sentence. Sitting on the same table was unheard of. As a<br />
young girl growing up, I did not know the complex issues<br />
surrounding my roots. As I advanced in school and began to<br />
study history, I learnt that the largest ethnic groups in Rwanda<br />
are the Hutus (about 85% of the population), the Tutsis (the<br />
group to which I belong) make up about 14% and the Twa, 1%.<br />
Starting with the Tutsi feudal monarchy rule of the 10th century,<br />
the Hutus had always been a subjugated social group. That was<br />
bound to cause conflict. As we wined and dined with Patrick that<br />
evening, there was no knowing what would happen to us if we<br />
got closer to him.<br />
Getting close to him was a serious matter; in fact, so serious that<br />
if I decided to befriend him, the decision and its effects would<br />
live with me for the rest of my life. However, during the<br />
subsequent months after our meeting, I got to know a bit more<br />
about Patrick. He said he lived in France, where he was pursuing<br />
a bachelor’s degree in Economics. At the party, he had said he<br />
was only in Rwanda on holiday to see his family. As he divulged<br />
more about his life, I later discovered that his father was a highranking<br />
government official in the government at the time.<br />
That was a profound discovery because now, I was not just<br />
dealing with an ordinary guy. Patrick was from an influential<br />
family and that came with its own challenges. Was I dealing with<br />
something bigger than myself? I thought he was good company<br />
at the party but convinced myself that it would end there.<br />
Considering he was a Hutu and I a Tutsi, there was no way our<br />
friendship would live to see the light of day. That was a deadlock<br />
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ight there and there was no wasting time getting to know him<br />
more. I knew that was the end of us seeing each other. I knew I<br />
could never expect anything serious to come out of that first<br />
meeting. However, as fate would have it, we kept in touch even<br />
after he returned to France. Life revolves around the choices we<br />
make. I had the choice either to keep Patrick as my friend or<br />
forget about him and move on with life. However, for some<br />
unexplainable reason, I felt he was someone I wanted in my life.<br />
I didn’t know it then, but, that decision would either make or<br />
break me. The choice was entirely up to me.<br />
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LOVE MEETS RESISTANCE<br />
My mother’s sister, aunt Miriam, is married to a French national,<br />
and lives abroad. In 1989, I left my sister Helena’s home and<br />
moved to France to stay with my aunt. While there, I<br />
reconnected with Patrick and our friendship grew stronger.<br />
However, I knew we could only be that – good friends. I could<br />
not entertain any thoughts beyond regular friendship because<br />
of the possible ramifications. The Hutu/Tutsi divide was getting<br />
worse. Patrick belonged to the Hutu ethnic group, which was<br />
also the ruling ethnic group under the late president, Juvenal<br />
Habyarimana. Bearing in mind the history of the country, it was<br />
unthinkable that a Hutu could be in a close relationship of any<br />
nature with a Tutsi.<br />
However, as nature would have it, we kept seeing each other<br />
without any serious commitment for a period of five years. Life<br />
abroad — far from my family and loved ones — was unbearable.<br />
This is probably why the bond between Patrick and I grew<br />
stronger. He represented security and hope in a foreign land. I<br />
looked for part-time jobs and was able to save some money to<br />
pay for a hostel. Patrick provided the much needed emotional<br />
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and social support during this time. He helped me identify a<br />
hostel and I soon moved out of my aunt’s home. He was living<br />
with his sisters at the time. Little did I know that the decision to<br />
leave my aunt’s home would cement the bond between us even<br />
more. As the days slipped by, a conflict began to brew within my<br />
soul.<br />
While the emotional part of me was growing deeper and deeper<br />
in love with Patrick, the logical part of me wondered what I was<br />
getting myself into. Some days I would wake up troubled, a little<br />
apprehensive of what could come out of this forbidden union.<br />
However, the more the months and years passed by, the harder<br />
it became to keep away from Patrick. Inevitably, our relationship<br />
evolved from a deep friendship to a romantic one. We started<br />
dating secretly. The year that followed this development was<br />
surreal. We were in love and like any other couple attracted to<br />
each other, we did everything possible in the circumstances to<br />
build a strong relationship. As we were beginning to really grow<br />
as lovers, our worst fear began to unfold. Word of our<br />
relationship started doing the rounds among our friends and the<br />
few family members living in France then.<br />
I watched in horror as my short-lived romance quickly turned<br />
into a nightmare. Suddenly, I was a wanted woman. Patrick’s<br />
father sent out spies to find me and put an end to my<br />
relationship with his son. I was forced to go into hiding by<br />
moving from state to state. Whenever I knew that they were<br />
stalking me in one state, I quickly moved to another, incognito.<br />
The next step was to use force. I was declared a wanted person,<br />
and the department of military intelligence through the<br />
Rwandan Embassy in France was given the task to arrest me<br />
because I was now considered a criminal. They bought an airline<br />
ticket for my deportation. The plan was that once I arrived in<br />
Rwanda, I would be jailed. They maintained that I was a threat<br />
to the security of the country and accused me of treason. The<br />
manhunt started in a foreign country as the decision was made<br />
at a high level of a respected country’s institution. Why had the<br />
Government invested so much in hunting me down?<br />
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As the search intensified, I continued hiding moving from one<br />
friend’s place to another and from state to state. After the<br />
embassy official failed to find me, he delivered the deportation<br />
ticket to Patrick’s residence, with clear instructions to hand it<br />
to me the moment he saw me. An announcement was also made<br />
to all Rwandans with connections to the government at the<br />
time, to join the search to have me arrested. I couldn’t believe<br />
what was happening to me. One moment I was a free Rwandan,<br />
building my relationship with the man I loved, the next moment<br />
I was wanted dead or alive. A dark cloud of fear and<br />
hopelessness hang over me. I started getting depressed and<br />
hating my waking moments. I had never harmed or picked up a<br />
fight with anyone. I had not done anyone any wrong, but I was<br />
being hunted down like a fugitive for no crime I had committed<br />
whatsoever. Rwandans living in France had one instruction, “If<br />
you see her, inform the police!” When I was told that it was<br />
because I was in love that they wanted my head, I was flustered.<br />
I was raised to love and care for people. I grew up knowing that<br />
love is a good thing. How could I be so endangered and<br />
frightened because I loved someone? How could this happen to<br />
me? My soul was severely tormented. The whole scenario was<br />
outright ridiculous. Anyhow, to save my skin, I lived a<br />
clandestine lifestyle of hiding and fleeing any Rwandan I met.<br />
My life began to have a very bitter taste to it.<br />
Persecution is part of our life here on earth. No one is immune<br />
to it and no one chooses it, let alone doing anything to deserve<br />
it. As a matter of fact, the victim usually does not deserve the<br />
harsh treatment they receive. I learnt some things from being a<br />
victim of persecution that have shaped my life. First, I learnt that<br />
suffering is not the end of our lives. More importantly, though, I<br />
also learnt that being bad does not provide the satisfaction<br />
usually sought after. You don’t gain anything by being a bad<br />
person. People in powerful positions often use the positions<br />
they hold in society to oppress others. They, however, never<br />
stop to think about the consequences thereof. The Bible says in<br />
Galatians 6:7; “Do not be deceived. God cannot be mocked. A<br />
man reaps what he sows”<br />
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It is unfortunate that some people are born better than others –<br />
according to worldly standards. Some are born into royal<br />
families, others have rich parents and relatives, while others are<br />
born intellectuals. It is just the way life is. We all cannot be the<br />
same. Absurdly, many times, the advantaged persons naturally<br />
have a sense of superiority over the disadvantaged just by virtue<br />
of their social status. They even feel the need to control their<br />
disadvantaged counterparts. Some go as far as determining the<br />
rights and restrictions of the disadvantaged ones. They dictate<br />
what should be done and the way things should go. Failure to do<br />
as they dictate automatically means severe punishment.<br />
Sometimes power and influence fall in the wrong hands. When<br />
that happens, it is no longer an issue of social status. Rather,<br />
everyone is at the mercy of the influential person, robbed of<br />
their will and utterly voiceless. The victims of such oppression<br />
often feel overwhelmed and lose control. The sense of<br />
hopelessness strips them of all capacity to think of a solution,<br />
and they can only wait for deliverance. Thanks be to God, the<br />
only true liberator and savior. He will always come to the rescue<br />
of the marginalized, the voiceless and oppressed as long as they<br />
trust in Him and count on His deliverance. The more I thought<br />
about my life as a fugitive, the more distraught I became. How<br />
could someone hate me and hunt me down because I loved a<br />
man? It did not make sense. As the search went on, I knew it<br />
would be a matter of time before they extradited me. I had to<br />
leave the college hostel I was staying in immediately. I lived in<br />
different parts of France and occasionally went to Aunt Miriam’s<br />
home. When I run out of options, I knew it was time to take a<br />
radical step to save my life. With Patrick’s support, I decided to<br />
go and live with him. Looking back, I don’t regret making that<br />
decision.<br />
First, it was the most secure place I could find at the time<br />
because there was security. As children of a government official,<br />
Patrick and his sisters had security detail offered by the<br />
Rwandan embassy in France. Secondly, Patrick and I figured that<br />
their apartment would be the last place they would expect me<br />
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to hide. After all, embassy officials and the police attached to the<br />
mission had already been there several times before and had not<br />
found me. When I got there, to my pleasant surprise, his sisters<br />
embraced me and agreed to hide me. They ensured I was safely<br />
tucked away from the preying eyes of the police.<br />
For the first time in the many months I had been hunted down,<br />
I relaxed. I began to sleep soundly at night, something that had<br />
eluded me since I fell in love with Patrick. Their gesture of<br />
sisterly love was a huge relief for me. It strengthened my<br />
trembling heart and I began to feel like there was hope for me<br />
after all. Patrick’s siblings had not fully come to terms with my<br />
relationship with their brother, but when they saw how<br />
ferociously the Rwandan embassy officials and the police were<br />
looking for me, they felt the need to put our ethnic differences<br />
aside and to protect me, first, as someone they knew their<br />
brother had a soft spot for and secondly, as a human being. I<br />
momentarily felt very safe. Patrick and his siblings did not<br />
mention anything about my whereabouts to their parents again.<br />
They decided to protect me.<br />
From my experience, I learnt that in life, there will always be two<br />
types of people – the good and the bad. Even Adam, the first man<br />
to be created, fathered two sons who were very different; and<br />
that is why Isaac’s offspring formed two nations. There are many<br />
such examples in history and in everyday life. It taught me not<br />
to generalize characters when dealing with people. It is not right<br />
to brand everyone bad, that is related to one bad person; and<br />
neither is it not right to assume that any person related to one<br />
good person is just as good. Every person is unique, and Satan<br />
leads us into temptation differently. Some of us are easily<br />
tempted while others can resist temptation to a 9 certain<br />
degree. While in hiding, I was blessed to have support from my<br />
husband’s family who lived abroad. They accepted me and<br />
protected me from those who were looking for me. They knew<br />
the repercussions of sheltering someone from the other ethnic<br />
group, but they risked their lives for me. Being in close<br />
relationship to one of them was dangerous enough for both of<br />
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us. Now, here I was putting the lives of an entire family at risk<br />
with former Rwandan Government authorities. I was suspected<br />
of treason and espionage and I was a wanted and hated person,<br />
but they overlooked these accusations and sheltered me.<br />
I still thank God for His gracious hand over our lives. I was<br />
reminded of the verse in the bible that says there is still hope for<br />
those waiting for God’s rescue. The bible further says in<br />
Galatians 6:2 that we should bear one another’s burdens; and I<br />
believe that it is for situations like these that the verse is in the<br />
bible. These circumstances went on for a long time, but I stayed<br />
with Patrick’s family until the situation calmed down. The<br />
assistance from different people during those hard moments<br />
will forever be in my memory. With all endeavors to find and get<br />
rid of me meeting a dead end, Patrick and his family abroad<br />
started having issues with their upkeep from their powerful<br />
father back home. They couldn’t access any assistance and<br />
provision that was allocated to foreigners in crisis. They started<br />
living in misery, as I had been, and their only crime was that they<br />
did not denounce the ‘enemy’ I had been branded. Their living<br />
conditions were getting worse by the day, to the point that we<br />
were not able to pay rent. We began to starve and shortly after<br />
began to auction all the valuable items we had in the house in<br />
order to pay debts. We slowly adapted to the harsh conditions.<br />
We sometimes make tough decisions when we are in<br />
disagreement with whoever opposes them. If you know that<br />
what you are doing is not a bad thing and that what you<br />
undertake doesn’t undermine anybody, keep going because<br />
what matters most is self-determination and perseverance.<br />
Once you are in harmony with your conscience, then you need<br />
to have hope and stand firm on your decision. Even when people<br />
are against your plans, you should not feel as if you are mistaken<br />
in what you intend to do. Sometimes people may subject you to<br />
hardships and depending on your reaction, they can proffer<br />
false accusations against you. This is why we need to have<br />
courage and wisdom to overcome difficult situations.<br />
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Otherwise, we can make mistakes which may provide<br />
ammunition to our detractors.<br />
In such an unenviable situation I was in, it was not easy to<br />
express my feelings. Nobody could understand the pain and<br />
burden I carried in my heart. I could not tell anyone in Rwanda<br />
that I was being persecuted. I simply endured it. At some point<br />
I considered going back home in the hope that I would be free,<br />
but the thought of being jailed on 10 arrivals discouraged me. I<br />
was traumatized. Whenever I saw someone approaching, I<br />
thought they were after me. I soon developed fear and hatred<br />
for everyone I met. I isolated myself. However, God was with me,<br />
and He somehow hid me from those who were looking for me,<br />
even when I was right there with them. They eventually stopped<br />
hunting me down, thinking I had run away. I did not suffer any<br />
physical harm, but the emotional and psychological stress did<br />
take a toll on me.<br />
After a while, my persecutors thought I had abandoned my plans<br />
of staying with Patrick. For a short while they forgot about me.<br />
When the hunt stopped, nobody knew where I was because<br />
whenever information reached me that the delegation from the<br />
embassy was looking for me, I changed locations. When they<br />
were finally convinced that I was not there, they withdrew,<br />
although some people were still tasked with the responsibility<br />
of making sure I did not resurface. I isolated myself from the<br />
Rwandan community, which was difficult for me, given that I<br />
was still a young girl who needed friends and peers. Exclusion<br />
and isolation are the worst things that can happen to someone<br />
facing the kind of problems I was facing. It is very easy for<br />
demons to influence your life, or even take it. A spiritual prison<br />
is worse than a physical one, and it can best be described by my<br />
life experience.<br />
The challenge is that when you are victimized in this way, the<br />
one persecuting you portrays you as a bad person just to make<br />
you unacceptable in society and justify their reasons for<br />
tormenting you. They accuse you of many false things. For lack<br />
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of trust, people will look at you from the outward, and<br />
immediately misjudge the person on the inside. At this point,<br />
they immediately start viewing you as an enemy. The door of<br />
hatred is opened, and they start detesting you, especially when<br />
there are other people motivating them to do so. This is what<br />
happened to me. People around me started making false<br />
assumptions and predictions. I call them false because no one<br />
can claim to know what is inside another person’s heart unless<br />
they are illuminated by the Holy Spirit. None of us can predict<br />
the future or know what our end will be like. Only God knows<br />
our future. When we know this for sure, we cannot count on any<br />
other person but God.<br />
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OUT OF THE SHADOWS, INTO THE <strong>FIRE</strong><br />
In 1992, while I was living with Patrick, I conceived. Any mother<br />
reading this can attest to the joy I felt deep within. Becoming a<br />
mother is the best experience any woman can have. The<br />
knowledge that a life is growing inside you is truly fascinating.<br />
However, as it dawned on me that I was carrying a child, fear<br />
and uncertainty engulfed me. The news that I was pregnant<br />
sparked off a total turn of events. Everything around us started<br />
to change. It was time to face reality. For starters, I dropped out<br />
of school because I could not keep up with the physical and<br />
emotional changes that were happening to me. I missed home. I<br />
missed my mother and wished she was with me to help me<br />
navigate the unfamiliar terrain of being with child. While I was<br />
trying to find my footing, I began to worry about the fate of my<br />
relationship with Patrick. I had heard perturbing stories of<br />
reckless men who abandoned their women after they<br />
conceived. I had the tormenting fear that Patrick would do the<br />
same. What a frightening occurrence that would have been.<br />
However, Patrick did no such thing. He comforted and loved me<br />
and made it clear that he was taking responsibility of his baby.<br />
As a matter of fact, after discovering I was going to have his<br />
baby, Patrick felt it was time to come out of hiding and take<br />
responsibility. As a man, he knew that hiding wouldn’t<br />
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accomplish anything. Hiding was like postponing the problem<br />
and not dealing with it. How long would we hide?<br />
“It is time for me to make our relationship formal. I have to<br />
declare my intentions to your Aunt,” he said. What a happy<br />
woman I was. The fact that we were surrounded by these<br />
complicated circumstances had not stopped Patrick from<br />
formalizing our relationship. That spoke volumes to me and<br />
strengthened my weak heart. The fear from being harassed for<br />
loving a man was compounded by my assumption that Patrick<br />
could throw in the towel like other men I had heard about.<br />
Where would I go if he did? What would I do if I had been<br />
rejected in a foreign land with a baby coming? I shudder to<br />
imagine the bleak possibilities that would have accompanied<br />
that unpleasant decision.<br />
So, it came to pass that, not only did Patrick pay Aunt Miriam a<br />
formal visit, but he went ahead and told his parents back home<br />
in Rwanda about his intentions to marry me, and the fact that<br />
we were already expecting our first child. This news spread like<br />
a wildfire and tore through the family like a tornado. Patrick’s<br />
father threw a fit. His Rwandan family was absolutely enraged.<br />
Ultimatums and curses were unleashed upon us. Patrick became<br />
worse than the proverbial black sheep of the family. I do not<br />
think we were well prepared to deal with the consequences of<br />
the resolution we had made to get married. As Patrick’s family<br />
hurled hurtful words at him, they pierced our souls like sharp<br />
daggers. Our hearts bled. Our souls ached. Our minds were<br />
perplexed. What were we going to do next? The confusion and<br />
despondency were indescribable.<br />
As the dust of the pronouncement of our impending nuptials<br />
began to settle, the grim reality of the decision we had made<br />
began to manifest. In the aftermath of this decision, the<br />
malevolent streak of human nature was unleashed through<br />
Patrick’s father, who saw his son as a rebellious juvenile<br />
delinquent. He therefore set out to punish him in the cruelest<br />
ways imaginable. He terminated Patrick’s scholarship and told<br />
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him to get out and carve a life for himself. The pain and<br />
disappointment Patrick went through cannot be described on<br />
these pages. Here was a young man watching his future and<br />
dreams crumble at his feet because he was in love with a<br />
forbidden woman. His future and career were at stake. His life<br />
was in danger because of our relationship. The antagonistic<br />
swords came out full swing, ready to rip us apart. The weeks that<br />
followed this incident were like a hurricane that hit our lives<br />
with great might.<br />
As the threats and accusations tore through our emotions,<br />
Patrick was faced with a very difficult decision. He had to choose<br />
between staying with me and risking banishment or considering<br />
his comfort and leaving me. I am not a man; therefore, I cannot<br />
fully appreciate what he had to deal with emotionally, but I can<br />
only imagine the pain, confusion and distress Patrick underwent<br />
on account of me. He had grown up in these luxuries of a<br />
wealthy and influential family. Was he ready to live like a pauper<br />
13 and destitute because of me? Would he readily pay this<br />
enormous price for me? He saw my anxious countenance and<br />
even though he needed more encouragement than I did, he<br />
reached out and comforted me. Patrick reassured me that he<br />
was determined to keep me as the mother of his children and<br />
that no one was going to convince him otherwise.<br />
These were very difficult days in my life. There were many<br />
nights I sat up awake, unable to sleep. How could one be<br />
segregated against on account of their tribe and ethnicity? Did<br />
they choose to be a Hutu or Tutsi? I had frequent bouts of<br />
anxiety attacks sometimes, wondering what the future held. I<br />
kept wondering why a family would incessantly sow seeds of<br />
discord among itself rather than foster love and brotherhood.<br />
Even if Patrick had committed a grave sin by choosing to love<br />
me, was that the best way to treat him? He was their own flesh<br />
and blood and they chose to alienate him because of racial<br />
prejudice. How malignant human nature can be! Jeremiah 17:9<br />
says, “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately<br />
wicked: who can know it?” As I pondered over what was<br />
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happening, this verse and many others like it began to unfold<br />
before my eyes. When the intentions of our hearts are fully<br />
exposed, some of the issues that flow out of it are inconceivable.<br />
Hatred, disunity and malice, all in one package, directed from<br />
one human being to another is hard to fathom. That time in our<br />
lives was characterized by fear and uncertainty. We did not<br />
know what the future held but continued to be optimistic that<br />
there would be a silver lining on this dark cloud that had<br />
engulfed us.<br />
The daggers had been drawn. The fight was on. The contrast<br />
between Patrick’s family and mine was glaring. I grew up in a<br />
fairly loving home where everyone was welcome. Strangers<br />
would stop by for medical consultations with my father and<br />
some would share a meal with us and continue their journey<br />
thereafter. My father’s house was a safe haven for everyone. The<br />
idea that a son would be ostracized on account of loving a<br />
woman of his choice was disheartening to me. Now that Patrick<br />
had decided to marry me, would they accept me in their home?<br />
How was I going to raise our children in such a hostile<br />
environment? Was I ready to explain these unpleasant<br />
circumstances to them? The vibes I was getting from Patrick’s<br />
larger family were mostly unfriendly and divisive. No one in their<br />
right mind would want to stay in such an environment, would<br />
they? However, my love for Patrick was deeper than the<br />
prevailing aggressive circumstances. Our bond grew stronger<br />
than the hatred and ethnic rivalry. The question for me then was<br />
- would our love stand the test of that fiery furnace?<br />
As the days turned into months, Patrick stuck to his guns. He<br />
was not letting me go, irrespective of what his family said or did.<br />
The hotter the fire blazed, the stronger his resolve to stick it out<br />
with me became. When his folks saw that nothing was going to<br />
deter him from living with me even before the formal marriage,<br />
they relented. They realized that he had made his bed and he<br />
was willing to sleep in it. Back in Rwanda, a family meeting was<br />
called in which they agreed to start plans for our wedding. Now<br />
here was the irony; instead of jubilating and dancing for joy at<br />
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my upcoming wedding, I was disconcerted. This news came<br />
with an uneasy feeling for me because I felt like this family<br />
decision to allow us to formalize our relationship had been made<br />
under duress. I felt it was not made from love or good intentions<br />
but out of anger. A sense of gloom hung over me because I felt<br />
we had been rejected and nothing good was bound to come out<br />
of such a union. The hypocrisy of it all was crushing.<br />
Then, there was another glitch – the trip to Rwanda. How on<br />
earth was I going back to Kigali after being hunted down like a<br />
dangerous enemy of the state? Word had gone around that I was<br />
a “wrong element” wanted by the police. My tormentors had<br />
painted me in very negative light and I did not know if anyone<br />
would want to associate with me when I got back home. Who<br />
wants to be around a criminal? No one! And to imagine that the<br />
felony was love was incredulous! Hated for loving. It was<br />
unbelievable. My family was puzzled. They had learnt about<br />
what was happening and they could have none of it. They did<br />
not understand why I would want to be with a guy whose family<br />
had security forces hunting for me. My perplexed friends, whom<br />
I had gone to school with, were equally worried about me. They<br />
said in going ahead with my decision, I was burying myself alive.<br />
What a declaration. Nonetheless, although these possibilities<br />
frightened me, I had already gone too far to jump out.<br />
I knew that boarding that plane from France to Rwanda was<br />
going to be the biggest sacrifice of my life, because I was also<br />
not sure what awaited me. Had I not conceived, maybe I would<br />
have walked away from it all. However, at that time, the game<br />
plan had changed. Go I had to and go I went. My only hope and<br />
security was the child I carried. Patrick’s family did not mind the<br />
baby. I knew they had accepted the child and wanted to keep it.<br />
However, I also knew that they didn’t want me as much.<br />
Nevertheless, I accepted to go back to Rwanda for our wedding.<br />
Our plan was to travel, get married and then return to France<br />
and complete school. However, God had other plans<br />
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THE SADDEST DAY OF MY LIFE<br />
In accordance with God’s plans, time came for us to get married.<br />
This did not happen easily because we had been through a fiveyear<br />
struggle during which people tried all possible ways to stop<br />
us from getting married. Many high-level decision-making<br />
authorities held meetings to discuss ways of separating us and<br />
we received many threats, but all that was in vain. It finally<br />
happened in September 1992 and there was nothing anyone<br />
could do to stop the purpose of God upon our lives.<br />
Six years after living in France, I returned to Rwanda two weeks<br />
before our marriage. I was so afraid. An airline ticket had been<br />
sent earlier for me to be deported and I had hidden. Now there<br />
I was, as if handing myself over. I did not make any preparations<br />
for our marriage. First, I did not believe that I would actually get<br />
married. Then, I thought more about death than about marriage.<br />
In fact, the season of our wedding felt more like a time of<br />
mourning, because no one was in the mood to celebrate<br />
anything. Also, I had not adequately prepared. I hadn’t been<br />
there to ensure everything went smoothly. Everyone had<br />
questions. Many greatly feared what would happen, expecting<br />
gunfire and grenade blasts any moment. No one spoke freely<br />
and there was a lot of whispering in case any communication<br />
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had to be done. There was no security whatsoever. It felt like<br />
watching a thriller marked by high tension. I constantly<br />
encouraged myself with Romans 8:32, “If God be for us, who can<br />
be against us?”<br />
We are not to fear, because when we are with Him and under<br />
His everlasting love, whatever we undertake comes to fruition.<br />
There was a lot of information that was going around, intended<br />
to confuse people so that they do not attend the wedding. Many<br />
people asked questions like, “Why did you go on with your<br />
marriage plans even when people were against it for five years?”<br />
“What makes you think that all those who opposed it will not<br />
make sure it fails?” We returned to Rwanda because we wanted<br />
to celebrate our wedding with our families. It was not in our plan<br />
to settle there. We planned to relocate abroad immediately after<br />
our wedding.<br />
It is very rare to find a woman who has not read the “Cinderella”<br />
fairy tale and dreamed about marrying her prince. By the time<br />
most women reach the age of 13, they have already planned out<br />
the details of their dream wedding. They know the colors, the<br />
music they want to be played, the guest list and the shoes they<br />
want to wear. The bouquet must be perfect and the maids<br />
splendid. Growing up, I was no exception to this rule, only that<br />
when my day came, I did not get to plan anything concerning<br />
my wedding. I had always envisioned my wedding day to be<br />
blissful, colorful, joyful and memorable. Unfortunately, none of<br />
these things happened on my wedding day. It turned out to be<br />
the worst day of my life. I took the flight to Rwanda just five days<br />
to our wedding day because I was afraid of what could have<br />
happened to me if I had gone earlier. I knew there would have<br />
been a torrent of questions and I would not have known how to<br />
answer them. I did not even know what I would have told my<br />
mother if she had asked me how I had gotten myself entangled<br />
in that mess. So, here I was, supposed to plan a wedding in five<br />
days – how would that even happen? I surrendered everything<br />
to God and trusted Him to see us through.<br />
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When I landed in Kigali, my fears started coming to pass. I have<br />
never felt that jinxed in all my life like I did that time! It was a<br />
case of damned if you will — because I was declared a criminal<br />
by the family I was getting married into, and damned if you won’t<br />
— because I had a baby coming on the way and I had already<br />
accepted Patrick’s proposal. I, therefore, threw all caution to the<br />
wind and decided to go. The wedding preparations happened so<br />
fast, it was like a bad dream. Before we knew it, the day was upon<br />
us.<br />
I run short of words trying to explain what the mood was like on<br />
our wedding day. It looked and felt more like a funeral than<br />
anything else. Never before had I seen a wedding where all the<br />
guests were cold, afraid, angry and sad. Everyone who attended<br />
was grief-stricken and forlorn. A few people gathered in pairs of<br />
two or three and started whispering about the dramatic events<br />
they had heard happened in France prior to our return to<br />
Rwanda. A few minutes before the ceremony started, tracts had<br />
been<br />
handed out in the community announcing that our wedding had<br />
been canceled and that those who planned to attend needed to<br />
find other things to do on that day. An announcement<br />
proclaiming the said cancellation of the wedding had been made<br />
on the Rwanda national radio to the same effect. Of all the<br />
horrors I would have feared to befall me, I did not anticipate<br />
that. I always dreamed of a perfect wedding day. Who would<br />
not? Looking back, I do not know how that wretched day ended.<br />
Can you imagine sitting at your wedding and you hear an<br />
announcement on radio that your wedding has been cancelled?<br />
It was the most torturous day of my life.<br />
As rumors and controversies surrounding our wedding spread<br />
throughout the city, Patrick and I braced ourselves for the worst<br />
that could happen. We knew it was not going to be easy and so<br />
we had to tighten our belts of truth and stand firm. We,<br />
however, never got to know who exactly was behind the<br />
distribution of the tracts and radio announcement; whether it<br />
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was Patrick’s family or mine or even other political figures, we<br />
will never know. However, in all the gloom and misery that took<br />
place that day, the bold step Patrick and I made distinguished us<br />
as some of the bravest people of our time. On our wedding day,<br />
history was made. In 1992/93, it was extremely rare —<br />
practically impossible, as a matter of fact — to hear of a mixed<br />
marriage between a Hutu and a Tutsi in Rwanda. Absolutely<br />
impossible. According to statistics available then, only one<br />
percent of marriages in Rwanda consisted of a union between a<br />
Hutu and a Tutsi. What made it all worse was the fact that it<br />
happened at the height of the Hutu-Tutsi ethnic rivalry. One,<br />
therefore had to be extremely careful about their actions.<br />
Although Patrick’s father had agreed to the marriage, he made it<br />
clear to him that he would never have a share of his inheritance<br />
because what he was about to do was strange and he was<br />
responsible for his actions. This was a price too high to pay for<br />
both of us and our friends and relatives wondered what<br />
compelled us to do this. It was love, we told them. The Bible<br />
mentions the three most important and most enduring pillars of<br />
life — faith, hope and love, but the greatest is love (1 Corinthians<br />
13:13). We certainly knew that each of us was being seen as a<br />
traitor by our families and other people from our ethnicities.<br />
The wedding took place in my rural area in Gitarama and the<br />
reception was held in Kigali. Security at both functions was<br />
extremely tight. We had our college-mates stand by us as<br />
matron and best man. The mood was extremely tense and all<br />
those who were present expected the worst at any moment – a<br />
bullet or even bomb blast. Can you imagine these being the<br />
paramount emotions at your wedding, a day that is supposed to<br />
be full of love, laughter and joy? Anyhow, the ceremony finally<br />
took place. Two months after the wedding, we were preparing<br />
to return to France where we had left all our belongings. To our<br />
surprise, however, Patrick got a job offer<br />
from his father. Patrick’s father owned an import and export<br />
company in Rwanda and so he asked his son to manage it<br />
because it was being mismanaged and run down by his workers.<br />
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If there was anything Patrick longed for at that time, it was<br />
reconciliation between him and his parents. When his father<br />
made this offer, Patrick saw it as a perfect opportunity to make<br />
amends. It was too tempting to turn down. He took it up and<br />
worked there for two months as the Managing Director of the<br />
company. In the course of executing his duties, he travelled to<br />
Spain and Italy often, leaving me in Kigali. I began to feel like<br />
things were going to work out after all. I began to hope again<br />
and attempted to smile again. Maybe, just maybe, we were going<br />
to make it.<br />
Meanwhile, after the wedding, in a kind gesture, Patrick’s father<br />
had given us free accommodation, something we were thankful<br />
for. It was almost unbelievable that this was the same man who<br />
had wanted my head dead or alive. What had changed? How<br />
could it be that the man who sent spies and security agents in<br />
France to have me deported or possibly killed was here giving<br />
his son and I a house? It was all confusing and a little too good<br />
to be true. We stayed in one of the quarters adjacent to the main<br />
house where Patrick’s father and the rest of the family lived.<br />
Patrick’s father had given him this house even before we met.<br />
We heaved sighs of relief, feeling like the darkness was lifting<br />
after all. We thanked God for my father-in-law’s benevolence.<br />
He had given my husband a job and a house to live in. What more<br />
would anyone want? We set our sights on building ourselves and<br />
hoped for the best. The very best. However, the more we hoped<br />
and prayed for the best, living one day at a time, the further<br />
away the best apparently eluded us. It appeared like during the<br />
two to three months after our grim wedding, God was allowing<br />
us some breathing space to “honeymoon” as he prepared us for<br />
the more vicious fire we were about to plunge headlong into.<br />
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HATED FOR LOVING<br />
Another three months passed, at the end of which I was six<br />
months pregnant. One morning Patrick reported to work as<br />
usual, only to find a letter relieving him of his duties as Managing<br />
Director of his father’s company. There was no reason or<br />
explanation whatsoever as to why he was being fired. His father<br />
had signed this unexpected and undesirable letter. No words<br />
can explain the shock that hit my husband’s soul. He was<br />
confused, crushed and in great despair. Patrick returned home<br />
immediately on the verge of tears. While trying to catch his<br />
breath and with his hands trembling, he showed me the letter.<br />
“I have been sacked,” he said. In a flash, in a twinkle of a moment,<br />
my fragile world that I was struggling to piece together came<br />
crushing down before my eyes — again!<br />
I could not believe what my ears were hearing. I could not<br />
perceive it precisely. I was dumbfounded. Patrick and I stood<br />
there, frozen. After our wedding, we were attempting to leave<br />
that unpleasant past behind and start again, only to be hit by this<br />
wave. As I stared at my husband’s termination letter, all the<br />
dreams I had ever possessed in my soul faded. This could not be<br />
happening to me. I wished someone could wake me up from the<br />
bad dream. We were so helpless, at that moment, we literally<br />
became the wretched of the earth. We did not know the source<br />
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of my father in-law’s despicable decision to disgrace us, but we<br />
were utterly humiliated. We inquired<br />
among Patrick’s family members looking to find answers as to<br />
why he had been sacked from his father’s company and got none<br />
whatsoever. False accusations had been made against him to<br />
tarnish his image, and no one could investigate the matter, and<br />
the real problem was never exposed. They framed him for some<br />
terrible things, but we knew that it was just a pretext, and none<br />
of it was real. We realized that this was going to be a<br />
continuation of our persecution. When the unfair decision to<br />
dismiss my husband was made, we accepted it without<br />
challenging or questioning anyone. We knew that any signs of<br />
disgruntlement from us would only trigger more animosity.<br />
We became increasingly threatened and stigmatized as<br />
everyone looked at us as “bad people”. Worse still, my husband<br />
did not get paid for the work he had done in the two months he<br />
managed his father’s company. He was only facilitated whenever<br />
he travelled on duty. How unfair life had become! It appeared<br />
like everything was conspiring against us, to see us fail.<br />
Dejected, we felt alone in this world. Patrick could not dare drag<br />
his father to court or question him. The ethnic prejudice<br />
between the Hutus and Tutsis was compounded by the fact that<br />
Patrick had done the unthinkable. His father could not forgive<br />
him. He had committed the unpardonable sin and sealed our<br />
fate. Sometimes God may lead you down a specific path or rough<br />
experience, but you will not die because His faithfulness to you<br />
has not ceased. Our problems are meant to bring good out of us,<br />
as Romans 8:28 states; “And we know that in all things God<br />
works for the good of those who love Him.”<br />
I woke up one morning feeling very disenchanted. I felt sad that<br />
something that could have been beautiful had become a burden<br />
too heavy to bear. Life makes sense when it is lived in harmony<br />
with those around us. How were we to achieve the goal to have<br />
a happy and meaningful marriage when all one could see was<br />
malice, strife and hatred because of our different ethnic<br />
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ackground? What prejudice! There was no happiness in the life<br />
we were trying to build in Rwanda and Patrick and I had to make<br />
a very drastic decision. Having lost favor with his father and<br />
having no source of income, was there anything left for us to live<br />
for? The harder I searched, the more difficult it was for me to<br />
see it. It was time to act, and to act fast.<br />
Patrick and I sat down and had a very serious talk about our<br />
prevailing circumstances. Looking around us, there was nothing<br />
to inspire us to build a future together. Our families did not<br />
approve of our union, most hypocritically said they supported<br />
us, but truthfully did not. There was so much negative energy<br />
emanating from the stares, from jabs thrown here and there,<br />
from muffled whispers when we went to church together or<br />
were out shopping. Frankly, I was disgusted. I felt that life in its<br />
simplicity had been complicated by societal misconceptions, I<br />
felt suffocated. I needed to breathe, and the<br />
earlier I found a solution the better it was going to be for me.<br />
After our very intense dialogue, we agreed to make a move. Our<br />
decision was one — go back to Europe. From that moment, hope<br />
sprung up in me again. I had something to look forward to. I had<br />
tasted both: having been born and raised in Rwanda, and having<br />
spent over five years studying in France, the latter was definitely<br />
a more conducive and unbiased community where we could<br />
build a life together. As a matter of fact, there are no tribal<br />
differences in Europe, so we felt it was the perfect environment<br />
to grow and raise our children into. The decision having been<br />
made, I went to sleep in peace. We had been in Kigali a little over<br />
three months since our return from France. We thought our<br />
documents were still valid because (we thought) our visas were<br />
still up-to-date, and we had booked return tickets. When<br />
Patrick retrieved our travel documents, he was flabbergasted! It<br />
turned out that we had become a little too comfortable and<br />
forgotten to renew our documents just in case things didn’t<br />
work out. Our documents had expired.<br />
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We were stuck. We were not going anywhere. What a blow! In<br />
the struggle, we could not communicate with our acquaintances<br />
abroad, who would have helped us flee the country. We lost<br />
contact with allies who knew what we were going through and<br />
they thought we had either been jailed or killed. To say that I<br />
was disappointed is an understatement! I cried my eyes out. My<br />
world was giving way and it felt like someone had dug a big hole<br />
right beneath my feet and I was falling in it, deeper and deeper<br />
with every new twist of events. My life was miserable. From that<br />
point onwards, things got from bad to terrible, to unbearable.<br />
We just sat in the house, desperately looking for a solution that<br />
seemed unreachable. With no job, no money, no plan<br />
whatsoever and a baby on the way, I was sick to the stomach. I<br />
surely had not signed up for that. Had I dug a grave for myself<br />
in marrying Patrick? What was going to happen to us?<br />
A few weeks passed and our telephone line in the house was<br />
disconnected. Not long after that, our water and electricity<br />
which we thought were part of the main house connection were<br />
disconnected too. The psychological torture we were subjected<br />
to cannot be aptly explained here. We were emotionally bruised.<br />
Our spirits were crushed to the core. To imagine that Patrick’s<br />
family was more interested in his downfall than in his success<br />
was extremely disturbing. We lived in that house like prisoners.<br />
My father-in-law continued to pull the plug so mercilessly on us<br />
it was unbelievable that a father could do that to his own son, all<br />
because he married from the wrong ethnic group. It felt like he<br />
was ripping our hearts apart.<br />
We tried contacting our friends back in France, but it was all in<br />
vain. It seemed like the entire world had conspired against us.<br />
We wrote emails that went unanswered.<br />
We made calls that were never picked. Every door we tried to<br />
knock at was closed to us. Life was grim. Remember, my fatherin-law<br />
was a rich and powerful man. As a minister in the then<br />
government, there was nothing he did not have. Patrick and I<br />
lived in the same compound with his wealthy family that literally<br />
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lacked nothing and had surplus of everything, but we stayed<br />
hungry all day and went to bed on empty stomachs. With each<br />
passing day, my hope waned. I was pregnant but starving. I<br />
particularly remember craving milk so much when my<br />
pregnancy was six months old and there was no milk for me<br />
because we didn’t have money to get any.<br />
My father-in-law had many cows, and whenever I heard one<br />
mooing, I cried because I could not control my craving for milk.<br />
How futile human nature is! To deny a pregnant woman a glass<br />
of milk because you want to punish her? That was a rude<br />
awakening I had to learn to live with. Unlike in my father’s home<br />
where I grew up, where everyone was welcome, I had to adjust<br />
my expectations to a very bare minimum. This new reality was<br />
incredibly depressing for me. We literally almost starved to<br />
death in that house. Looking back, it seems to me that those<br />
were the beginnings of the spiritual, emotional and physical<br />
labor pains we were yet to suffer as a nation. The stage was<br />
being set for the gruesome deaths and traumatic experiences<br />
we were about to encounter that would change our lives as<br />
Rwandans forever.<br />
Before the genocide, as my husband, my starving unborn baby<br />
and I were holed up in the boy’s quarter my father-in-law had<br />
kept us in as if intending to bury us alive, my womanly instincts<br />
went into overdrive. I needed to feed, so I occasionally just went<br />
out, with no particular plan, to look for food. In those days, there<br />
were many avocado trees along the road near home. When we<br />
could not bear the hunger, I waited for the sun to go down in<br />
the evenings, veiled my face and walked a considerable distance<br />
along the main road, picking the avocados that fell off the trees.<br />
I would rush home to serve them with water. And that was how<br />
I survived, day and night.<br />
I looked around and realized somewhat painfully that those we<br />
loved and trusted had betrayed and abandoned us. I had been<br />
alienated from my friends and family because of the political<br />
strain in the country at the time. The fact that I had done the<br />
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abominable thing and married from the “other camp” made it all<br />
the more challenging for me. As the months wore on, the<br />
security situation in Rwanda was getting from bad to horrible.<br />
There was so much animosity among neighbors, workmates,<br />
friends, brothers and sisters, so much so that everybody became<br />
an enemy. Enemies (real and imagined) were people accused of<br />
hiding spies and conspiring with anti-government elements to<br />
depose the then government. Since everyone viewed everyone<br />
with suspicion, people generally resorted to keeping away from<br />
each other. We, therefore,<br />
did not have any of our friends and relatives visiting, neither<br />
could we dare visit any of them. My due date had drawn so close,<br />
and there were so many things to worry about, including<br />
hospital bills and what to feed the baby on when it came. Life<br />
could not get bleaker than that. As I was wondering what to do<br />
next, I got an unlikely visitor at my house. Remember, visitors<br />
during that time were “ominous”. One would not tell what news<br />
they brought. My visitor that day turned out to be a nurse. I did<br />
not know this woman. She was a complete stranger to us, but as<br />
it is known to be in my African culture, a visitor is a visitor — you<br />
do not chase them away.<br />
We gladly received her in our humble and deprived home. She<br />
was accompanied by someone who knew us and what we were<br />
going through. She said to me, “You are still young, and I don’t<br />
know how far you are going in your life; but whatever I am going<br />
to tell you should be you and your husband’s secret for as long<br />
as you live.” For a moment I wondered where she was heading<br />
with this. I had already had my fair share of hardships and<br />
misfortunes, or so I thought. I had already seen how far<br />
someone would go in being heartless. I shared a compound with<br />
a very wealthy cattle owner, who found his satisfaction in<br />
whetting a pregnant woman’s craving for milk that he was not<br />
going to give her. What more could she possibly reveal that<br />
would take me by surprise? My husband and I listened as she<br />
continued.<br />
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“I am in charge of the maternity wing at Kigali Hospital. We have<br />
specific instructions to make sure you and your baby die during<br />
delivery. I for one do not wish to see your dead body or that of<br />
your child. Please do whatever you can to avoid falling in this<br />
trap. Whether you have your child here in Kigali or somewhere<br />
else, the choice is yours to make. I am here to let you know that<br />
if you opt to deliver at Kigali Hospital, both you and your baby<br />
will die.” After all these years of living with Patrick, I have come<br />
to one conclusion; my father-in-law never believed I genuinely<br />
loved his son. I tend to think that due to his militaristic and<br />
political office, he probably thought I could have been a spy<br />
planted to disrupt his kingdom. He could never have a peaceful<br />
night’s rest with me in his family. Desperate times call for<br />
desperate measures, they say; but I had never in my wildest<br />
dreams thought a father, out of desperation, would kill his own<br />
flesh and blood. As the nurse sat there giving us this unwelcome<br />
news, I became numb. The thought of it shocked me then and I<br />
still shudder at how malevolent we humans can get. How much<br />
are you willing to pay to satisfy an evil desire? There is nothing<br />
good in desiring to terminate a life. That is an evil intention.<br />
You can imagine the fear that gripped me after the nurse left.<br />
Where could we possibly hide? Not only did they want to<br />
annihilate us, but they wanted to wipe out our seed as well. I was<br />
gripped with anxiety and horror. The thought that my life and<br />
that of<br />
my children were in danger tormented me. Nothing could sooth<br />
me. It was like the old man was obsessed with the idea of<br />
hunting me down, it consumed him and took away his reasoning<br />
capacity. Your own son’s wife? Why would you want her dead?<br />
Was there ever going to be an end to the torment? Just when I<br />
thought I had seen it all, I was still reminded that I was the prime<br />
target for the worst cruelty anyone could imagine. I had to make<br />
a decision. First, I had to move.<br />
I went to Gitarama, near my parents’ home and hid there until<br />
the day I delivered my baby. No one knew where I was. In 1993,<br />
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surrounded by my family and my husband at the hospital, I<br />
welcomed my first child; a daughter who I named Justine. The<br />
Lord had been exceedingly gracious to me. Just holding that<br />
precious life in my hands brought a surge of emotions that<br />
almost overwhelmed me. From the time I met Patrick, I had lived<br />
my life on tenterhooks. My father-in-law had hunted me down<br />
and was looking for my children. We were broke, as deprived as<br />
anyone could get. We did not know where the next meal would<br />
come from. For a pregnant woman not to be sure of her next<br />
meal is unthinkable. However, in all those trials, God did grant<br />
me a pregnancy free of complications and crowned it with a<br />
natural birth. I was elated, to say the least. It was more than I<br />
could be grateful for. I did have something to be thankful for<br />
after all.<br />
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THE GOING GETS TOUGH<br />
God had been merciful and helped me to bring a life into this<br />
world. I was happy to have become a mother and looking at my<br />
little one breathes in my arms filled me with some of the<br />
happiest memories of my life. However, the happy moments<br />
were always short-lived because the reality of our financial lack<br />
came back to bite, and to bite real hard. First of all, I had no job<br />
and neither did Patrick. When our baby arrived, we were<br />
absolutely not ready for her in terms of meeting her physical<br />
needs. Can you imagine a situation where a baby comes and<br />
there are no nappies (we used nappies in the 1990s), or<br />
bedsheets and blankets to keep her warm? It was such a<br />
stressful time. The few clothes I had carried had been bought by<br />
my sister Helena.<br />
When we were discharged, we could not raise money to clear<br />
the hospital bill which amounted to 8,500 Rwandan Francs at<br />
that time. The hospital management could not discharge us until<br />
we had cleared the bill, as per the rules of procedure. However,<br />
we did not have a coin to our name. My family carried food all<br />
the way from home until Helena came to my rescue again. She<br />
paid the hospital bill and I was discharged. We returned to the<br />
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place we called home, with no running water, electricity or<br />
telephone, I was disillusioned. I remember entering into this<br />
cold and depressing place we called our living room and<br />
wondered whether this was really what life was about. Why was<br />
the sky grey and the sun not shining on us? Why was the<br />
darkness not giving way? Would I ever dance again? Would I<br />
ever smile again? Would I ever dream of a happy life like I did<br />
when I was a little girl? Hard as it was, life had to go on. It had<br />
been a little bearable when it was just the two of us. Now there<br />
was my little Justine to fend for. There is no pain like that of a<br />
mother who cannot meet the basic needs of her child. In those<br />
days, local dairies in Kigali stocked a type of milk called<br />
Nyabisindu which was very nutritious for infants. Whenever he<br />
got a good Samaritan handing him a few coins, Patrick would<br />
rush to the dairy for Justine’s Nyabisindu.<br />
One morning, my husband was walking back home carrying a<br />
black polythene with a liter of Nyabisindu milk. Suddenly, a car<br />
pulled over next to him and freaked him out. Was he being<br />
followed too? Did they want to kill him like they had wanted to<br />
kill me? He looked again and recognized the car to be his<br />
father’s. As he stopped, his father rolled down the window and<br />
sneered at his son saying, “Until your trousers fall off your body,<br />
that is when you will know that you have disrespected me,” he<br />
said speeding off, leaving Patrick in a cloud of dust. When I<br />
remember those days, I cry. I cry because there was no<br />
substantial reason why we were being hated and cursed. Can<br />
you imagine your father cursing you? All of us would love a<br />
blessing from our fathers, not a curse. However, for Patrick and<br />
I, curses, ridicule and insults is all we got from the people we<br />
loved the most, which shattered our hearts. One’s family is<br />
supposed to be the source of their security and love – but not<br />
ours. They had rejected us and undressed us and hurled us into<br />
the cold, at the mercies of the elements. Who would rescue us?<br />
As if the ugly face of life we had so far seen was not cruel enough,<br />
I returned from the market one day to find my eight-monthsold<br />
Justine in the cot letting out a sharp cry. She was desperately<br />
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gasping for breath. As I hurried towards the cot, my heart<br />
throbbed in fear. Justine was all I had in this world. I had no<br />
silver, no gold and no possessions whatsoever. My family had<br />
abandoned me, and my in-laws wanted me dead. If anything<br />
happened to Justine, I would probably just die. On reaching the<br />
cot, what I found shook me to my very core and I let out a panicstricken,<br />
frenzied scream like someone was ripping my<br />
intestines apart. There lay my sweet little Justine, bleeding from<br />
the eyes and the nose. I could not believe what was happening<br />
to me. I was completely distraught. It was not a sight for any<br />
mother to see, let alone a first timer.<br />
I called the nanny, wanting a full explanation of what was<br />
happening to my baby, but all I got were shocked murmurs and<br />
a vehement denial of not knowing what had happened. Patrick<br />
and I were desperately looking for a solution. He rushed to<br />
his parents’ house to ask his father for a car so that we could<br />
take Justine to hospital. There were about five cars parked in the<br />
compound. Even his driver had a car to himself that he used<br />
anytime he wanted, and the servants in the homestead were<br />
driven in cars to run errands. However, when his own son<br />
reached out for help, his father shut the door in his face. There<br />
was going to be a car for the driver, the footman and the maid,<br />
but there was not going to be a car for Patrick to take his dying<br />
daughter to hospital. The pain of this rejection pierced deep in<br />
our hearts.<br />
We had to find a solution, and fast! Patrick decided to go on foot<br />
to get some help. As he was getting out of the gate, his father’s<br />
driver was just parking his car, having reported for duty – to pick<br />
up my father-in-law. When he saw what was happening, he<br />
immediately followed Patrick and said, “Here are my car keys,<br />
you can use my car.” He also gave Patrick some money to cater<br />
for any hospital expenses. The driver was moved with<br />
compassion to help us. I will forever be grateful to him for the<br />
kindness he showed us. Indeed, angels still exist even amidst the<br />
darkness. My husband thanked him and took the keys and<br />
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eturned to pick Justine and I before driving us to hospital. What<br />
intrigued me was that when we got to the hospital, the doctors<br />
did not find anything wrong with Justine. They prescribed some<br />
basic medication and discharged us. What in the world was<br />
happening to us? Was there a dark hand bent on seeing us fail?<br />
One may wonder why we did not have a plan to get out of our<br />
undesirable situation. We, however, were in a spot so tight, it<br />
felt like the sky had literally fallen on us. We went to bed not<br />
knowing if we would see the light the following day and got up<br />
each morning unsure of whether the sun would set. Remember,<br />
we were not allowed to see anyone, and neither was anyone<br />
allowed to visit us. I remember one time in February 1994, we<br />
were literally dying of hunger. I decided to act because sitting<br />
back was not helping anyway. I would rather have died trying to<br />
do something than going down without a fight. I went to see<br />
someone I thought was a friend. I went to see this former wife<br />
of an ambassador, particularly because she was in a marriage<br />
just like mine.<br />
Claudia was a Tutsi and her husband a Hutu. Since she had<br />
managed to stay married in the face of all the hatred and<br />
animosity, I thought she would appreciate my situation and so<br />
reach out with a shoulder to lean on. I somehow felt that in her<br />
I would find a confidant, a sympathizer; someone who would<br />
relate with what I was going through. Not to mention, she was<br />
the wife of a long-time ambassador who had served in many<br />
countries. They were well-off, so I definitely expected financial<br />
help from her without a problem. I thought I had approached<br />
just the right person. I was wrong. As soon as I took a seat, I<br />
could not hold back my tears, because both my baby and I were<br />
very<br />
Hungry. “I am here because I need your help”, I told her. “I need<br />
some money. The baby is hungry, and we are hungry too,” I<br />
implored. “How much?” she asked. “Thirty Thousand,” I<br />
answered. My plan was to use the money to buy Justine’s food<br />
first, then our food which would be just enough to take us by, as<br />
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we thought of a long-term plan. She looked at me for a while,<br />
and then mockingly asked, “Where will you ever find that<br />
amount of money to pay me back?” “I don’t know, but with the<br />
help of God, I will get it and pay you back,” I said.<br />
My answer was very precise. I had no time to phrase the<br />
sentence with the right words. I needed help and she either gave<br />
it to me or she did not. Then came her answer; “Go home and<br />
return after two days. I will have figured out what I can do for<br />
you.” We lived two kilometers apart. When I left her house, I<br />
cried all the way home. The pain was too much. I thought to<br />
myself, “All I need right now is some milk in my breasts for<br />
Justine to feed. If only I could have some milk in the breast!” I<br />
did not give up. When I got home, I decided to go to my fatherin<br />
law and ask for just two cups of hot milk. He had cattle and<br />
milk was plenty. There was never a time when that household<br />
lacked milk. He supplied not less than 100 liters to many hotels<br />
in Kigali every day. One would walk into the dining area any time<br />
of the day and would be sure to find the table set with flasks of<br />
tea, with no one to take it because everyone had enough. He had<br />
refused to give me just one cup when I was expecting, and now<br />
I was going to try again. When I got there, he chased me away.<br />
He instructed all his workers not to give me any milk. I was<br />
starving and there was no end in sight for this suffering.<br />
Two days later, I went back to Claudia, fingers crossed. She was<br />
my last hope, or else I did not know where else I would go for<br />
help. When I got there, I was made to sit for some time while<br />
waiting for her. As I sat there, I said all kinds of prayers in my<br />
heart. Have you ever been in a place where you are at someone’s<br />
mercy? That is where I was, totally helpless. Her footsteps<br />
jerked me to reality. “Here you go,” she said as she handed me<br />
10,000 Rwandan francs (about $12), “That is for free, because you<br />
will never get that money anywhere to pay me back,” she<br />
sneered. I thanked Claudia repeatedly and looked up and<br />
thanked God for the miracle he had just performed.<br />
Nonetheless, the manner in which this help came crushed my<br />
spirit. It made me feel like a pauper with no hope. I knew we<br />
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were poor and hopeless and for one human being to treat<br />
another like that made me hate my life even more. I only took<br />
that money because I was going through a hard time with<br />
Justine. On my way back home, I bought silver fish, which would<br />
stay long. Little did I know that that decision would<br />
save our lives in the most critical season that lay ahead. Do you<br />
remember that story in the gospel of Matthew 26:6-13? A story<br />
is told of a woman (Mary) who anointed Jesus’ feet a few days<br />
before the Passover and when she was criticized for it, Jesus<br />
rebuked those who condemned her act. “But Jesus, aware of this<br />
said to them, ‘Why do you bother the woman? For she has done<br />
a good deed to Me. For the poor, you have with you always. But<br />
you do not always have Me.’ For when she poured this perfume<br />
upon My body, she did it to prepare Me for burial.” It seems like<br />
Claudia was preparing us for the tough times that lay ahead<br />
because from that moment on-wards, it started raining bombs,<br />
bullets and grenades in Rwanda.<br />
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THE STENCH OF DEATH<br />
By 1990, I was having visions of war, of people killing each other,<br />
some fleeing on foot with loads on their heads and others<br />
flocking the airport, ready to fly out of the country. I shared<br />
what I saw, but people didn’t believe me because they said there<br />
was peace in Rwanda. However, something dreadful was about<br />
to happen and it did. One night, shortly after I left Claudia’s<br />
magnificent home to return to my dungeon that had no food,<br />
running water or electricity, an announcement broke out on<br />
Radio Television Libre des 100 Collines (RTLM) saying my<br />
husband and I had spies in our home. This put pressure on us<br />
and we decided to move again, but to where? Where in Kigali<br />
would we hide without being hunted down? People often<br />
followed us and besieged our house every night. We decided to<br />
get up one morning and leave, taking our child with us and<br />
leaving all our property behind. We even left the lanterns on. We<br />
simply locked the house and left.<br />
How in the world could I, Jeanne D’Arc, harbor enemies of an<br />
entire country? I was stunned and completely traumatized! I, a<br />
woman who was starving to death and lacked breast milk to feed<br />
my baby, was being accused of harboring enemies for an entire<br />
government? I could not believe what was happening. It was<br />
incredibly ridiculous. If I was capable of such a feat, would I have<br />
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starved and stayed in those oppressive and inhuman<br />
circumstances? Couldn’t these people see that I was helpless<br />
and innocent?<br />
No, they could not. Instead, they chose to spread false and<br />
hateful propaganda about me. I don’t know who spread that<br />
incriminating information, but it was disturbing, and one thing<br />
was inevitable; we had to flee. If my name could be listed among<br />
Rwanda’s most wanted criminals how safe was I? I knew it would<br />
be a matter of days and my life would be snuffed out. Since we<br />
did not have much property, we simply carried our Justine and<br />
left. I had conceived again and constantly apprehensive about<br />
the fate of my young family. The situation we were in was not<br />
what I dreamed of when I was courting my husband, but that is<br />
what life had handed me. My husband’s rich, secure and wellconnected<br />
family stayed, but we fled, though not really sure of<br />
our destination. We decided to rent out the house my father-inlaw<br />
had given us, and we moved out of his compound. This was<br />
in April 1994. We got a smaller house, far away from him and<br />
hoped that the money from the rented house would help clear<br />
our basic needs, especially food for Justine and our wellbeing.<br />
Walking out of that compound felt like walking out of a safe<br />
house. I felt free, I wanted to scream for joy. I did not know what<br />
tomorrow held, but at least, I took a break from being reminded<br />
daily that I was not wanted. I was hopeful that something<br />
positive would spring up in our lives. After all, what is faith? Faith<br />
is believing in the manifestation of what you do not see, calling<br />
those things that are not as though they were (Hebrews 11:1). I<br />
had no money or property, but I had faith that for as long as<br />
Patrick and I were alive, we would be fine. However, what we<br />
had hoped for did not happen. We had not even properly<br />
unpacked when our worlds were thrown completely upside<br />
down.<br />
We had only stayed in that new place for a few days when the<br />
genocide broke out. Justine was only 10 months old. On that<br />
night, I was alone in the house with my child. Fear struck me<br />
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when I heard several gunshots. My husband had travelled with<br />
my brother, and they had not returned. I had no news of what<br />
was going on. Apparently, my husband and my brother had been<br />
held up on the way after the plane that was carrying the then<br />
Rwandan President, Juvenal Habyarimana and his Burundian<br />
counterpart, Cyprien Ntaryamira, was shot down above Kigali<br />
airport on that fateful night of April 6, 1994. Many people were<br />
being arrested. My husband did not return, and I braced myself<br />
for the worst news. I concluded that he had been killed and I<br />
was sure I would be killed in the house alone soon after. I got so<br />
angry that for a moment I decided to go to my native place in<br />
the countryside with the hope of returning to Kigali after<br />
security had been restored. However, there was nowhere safe<br />
for me to pass because the state declared a curfew.<br />
When my husband and brother returned, they had been beaten<br />
up. It was like I was watching a horror movie. There was a feeling<br />
of death walking on two feet, standing there in our living room.<br />
There were gunshots throughout the night. With the smell of<br />
death wafting in the air, we fled Kigali. I strapped the baby on<br />
my back and we started walking to wherever our feet could<br />
carry us. As soon as we took a few steps from our house, we<br />
bumped into our neighbors a few meters away. “Look at you!<br />
Where are you going?” they exclaimed. Everyone looked at me<br />
suspiciously as though I was their worst enemy. My husband<br />
advised that instead of going with these people, we should stay<br />
home and wait for death. We went back home and locked<br />
ourselves in the house. I will always remember that it was the<br />
saddest Easter season I have ever experienced in this life. We<br />
literally sat up all night. The next day I got a miscarriage.<br />
There was a sea of blood everywhere. My heart was constantly<br />
in my mouth, the terror that was unfolding before our eyes was<br />
indescribable. I thought I was going to lose my mind. As wailing,<br />
mourning people fleeing with whatever little possession they<br />
could salvage filled the streets and many more watched in<br />
horror as their relatives lay dead on the highways, all the faith I<br />
had of ever staying alive evaporated! I wanted to die. That was<br />
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the moment when being dead definitely felt better than staying<br />
alive. It was horrendous! I felt extremely sick and weak as a<br />
result of the miscarriage. Worse still, I had not received any<br />
treatment because we were broke and the war had broken out.<br />
However, despite my delicate and life-threatening health<br />
condition, we had to join everyone else to flee for our lives<br />
without really knowing where we were going. We just fled like<br />
everyone else was doing, to wherever the wind thrust us.<br />
It was better to die trying to escape than to wait for machetewielding<br />
men to hack us to death. Although we left all our<br />
belongings in the house, the state operatives continued to track<br />
us down without succeeding at tracing our whereabouts. That<br />
is how my husband and I survived the genocide. Most people<br />
lost their lives at the hands of their enemies. Some people were<br />
told to pay money in order to be spared but because they did<br />
not have it, they ended up being killed. Others were killed even<br />
after paying the money!<br />
While we were on the move, Justine caught a fever. I wanted to<br />
die. That was the last thing a mother would wish for under the<br />
circumstance. We were trapped in a web of tragedy all around.<br />
Justine’s temperature shot up so high in just a matter of minutes<br />
that Patrick had to repeatedly pour cold water all over her. After<br />
that, I strapped her on my back and Patrick carried a bag of<br />
clothes. Bullets were whizzing over our heads as we jumped<br />
over dead bodies to seek refuge at a place we did not even know.<br />
Since there were military men and gunshots everywhere, we<br />
decided to go to King Faisal Hospital where many other people<br />
had found sanctuary. When we got there,<br />
we bumped into one of my aunts named Charlotte who had also<br />
sought refuge with her family. I was relieved when I saw them<br />
and knew I could get help in case we all survived. I had got in<br />
first with Justine on my back. While crying, I fell into her open<br />
arms and we hugged. Even in an atmosphere of bereavement<br />
and anarchy, it was truly reassuring to see my relatives. I<br />
sobbed. The emotions lasted only a few minutes until Patrick<br />
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walked in. The moment my relatives and the other Tutsis in the<br />
hospital saw him, all hell broke loose. As excited as my aunt and<br />
other relatives had been when they beheld me, all their<br />
countenances changed from affection to outrage. Almost<br />
immediately, they threw us out and locked the door behind us.<br />
I was thunderstruck, to say the least! This surely was not<br />
happening.<br />
I rubbed my eyes repeatedly hoping it was not just a bad dream.<br />
Unfortunately, it was a reality. All this was happening in real<br />
time. We had been rejected among my in-laws because I am<br />
Tutsi and now, we were being rejected and forcefully ejected<br />
from a place of refuge by my people because he is a Hutu. What<br />
in the world was going on? Even when the stench of death had<br />
engulfed us, people were still hating each other on the basis of<br />
tribal differences? What was Tutsi? What was Hutu? Both ethnic<br />
groups were being wiped out as the genocide broke out and all<br />
that people could do to deal with it was to keep hating each<br />
other? I was numb. It would have been understandable if it had<br />
been just Patrick and I alone, but we had a baby. Justine’s health<br />
was deteriorating with temperatures shooting through the roof.<br />
If there was a time she ever needed any tender loving care, then<br />
that was the night. I expected my people to have some sense of<br />
humanity by putting all our differences aside since, regardless<br />
of whatever difference, we were all now struggling to stay alive.<br />
At some point I knocked and begged my aunt to open and at<br />
least take Justine in with her and cover her with some blankets,<br />
but even that fell on deaf ears. She could have none of it. My<br />
husband, daughter and I spent that night in the biting cold at<br />
the verandah of King Faisal Hospital. I watched in pain as<br />
children died of pneumonia. I couldn’t sleep, because I had to<br />
hold Justin firmly on my chest to keep her warm<br />
The genocide lasted three horrific months – from April to July<br />
1994. It was three months living in hell. While I, Patrick, Justine<br />
and a host of other fugitives were holed up at King Faisal<br />
Hospital, the Rwandan Patriotic Front (RPF) army in Rwanda<br />
evacuated us to a refugee camp in Byumba, near the border with<br />
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Uganda because the social system in Rwanda had broken down.<br />
There were no homes to return to, no jobs and no businesses.<br />
The country needed psychological and social economic support<br />
to get on its feet There were so many broken and traumatized<br />
people, most people lost their minds. They would hear of how<br />
their loved ones had been murdered and they would run the<br />
streets naked, having run mad. It was extremely heart-rending.<br />
When we fled, I had left our home with my expensive jewelry<br />
from France. I sold off a set whenever we ran out of money for<br />
food. That is how we survived the genocide against the Tutsi.<br />
One day some United Nations Mission officials came from Kigali<br />
to visit the camp. One of my sisters-in-law worked there and<br />
she had sent them to my address. Among them was a man who<br />
was a friend to my sister-in-law who happened to know my<br />
husband. I had never seen angels in my life until that time. I do<br />
not think an angel only has to look like Gabriel in the bible; with<br />
lights, wings and all. Sometimes God sends angels in human<br />
form. That day, my dying faith in God and in humanity was<br />
revived.<br />
They brought us a sack of rice and a sack of sugar and for once<br />
we were the advantaged ones. I was elated and relieved. No one<br />
had access to sugar in such perilous times. Things like sugar and<br />
rice were a luxury, everyone was busy running for their dear<br />
lives. Some died instantly from either gunshot wounds or after<br />
being hacked in the process; many others died of pneumonia<br />
and hunger. Amidst that death and darkness was God smiling on<br />
us? He gave us something to hope for amidst the sorrow, pain<br />
and death that stalked us. We were still alive, and He sent angels<br />
to give us food. Every morning, I sat outside the room where we<br />
lived trading a cup of rice for any other food or items we needed.<br />
Meanwhile, since we had more than enough sugar, Patrick<br />
decided to make and sell black tea to the starving people. Some<br />
did not have money, so they gave us the items they had in<br />
exchange for items we needed but did not have. Life is very<br />
strange. I do not want to imagine what Patrick could have felt<br />
like. The son of a high-ranking government official, who had<br />
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spent most of his early life abroad, was now making a fire with<br />
wood and making tea for sale? It all seemed unbearable.<br />
However, through it all, I was amazed at God’s hand of provision<br />
amidst our darkest moment. I am thankful to God for sending<br />
those angels. First it was Claudia and then my sister-in-law’s<br />
friend. With that rice, sugar and my jewelry, we survived that<br />
dark moment.<br />
At the refugee camp, everyone was trying to make the best of<br />
the situation, hurting people trying to comfort more hurting<br />
people. While trying to settle in, I met my Aunt Charlotte, my<br />
mother and my sister Helena. They had been evacuated to the<br />
camp with many other Rwandans. It was from them that I heard<br />
of the painful end of my dear father, my grandmother, my nieces<br />
and many other very close family members. They told me that a<br />
total of one hundred family members had been murdered. I lost<br />
my father, brother, my maternal and paternal grandmothers,<br />
nephews, nieces, cousins, uncles, unties, etc. My mother<br />
recounted how it had happened. Since the genocide happened<br />
during the Easter holiday of 1994, some of my nieces and<br />
nephews had gone to spend the holiday break from school with<br />
their grandparents.<br />
On the night the genocide broke out, my mother had left my<br />
father with my sisters’ children and several other grandchildren<br />
in the house, having gone to visit her own mother, my<br />
grandmother, in the neighboring village. While she was away,<br />
armed Hutu soldiers stormed my father’s compound and left<br />
everybody dead. They would rape the women and mercilessly<br />
murder them. They would just go to a compound and slaughter<br />
whoever they found alive. On her way to my grandmother’s, my<br />
mother had passed by my sister Helena’s home when the<br />
shooting started and that was how they ended up at the refugee<br />
camp. Many of people who could not make it to the camp did<br />
not survive. Although to the outside world it was 100 days of<br />
killings, to Rwandans it was an eternity of hell. Our families went<br />
through untold horrors that cannot even be adequately<br />
described within these pages. For instance, I lost more than 100<br />
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elatives. Many of these people were very close to me and<br />
suffered great atrocities before they died.<br />
My father was with his two grandchildren when they hit him<br />
with a piece of hard wood on the head. By the time of the<br />
genocide, he had retired and set up his own clinic in Gitarama.<br />
He, like all the victims, met his end gruesomely. He was hiding<br />
with his grandchildren in the house. They were dragged out and<br />
he was killed before my nieces and nephews. Then the killers<br />
threw his dead body and my nieces and nephews (who were still<br />
alive) in a pit which was used as a dumpster behind the house.<br />
Since my mother, sister and a few other relatives had made it<br />
safely to the refugee camp, we did not get to see what happened.<br />
We only lived to be told and now tell the tale. The report we got<br />
was that my nieces and nephews were still alive when they were<br />
thrown in the pit. No one should be subjected to what we were<br />
put through. It can rip one’s heart out. In fact, when my sister<br />
heard about what had happened to her children, she lost her<br />
mind. For a long time, she was mentally unstable and had to seek<br />
mental and psychiatric treatment. Her world was ripped apart.<br />
My grandmother was thrown in a freshly dug pit that was meant<br />
to be a pit latrine. She was not killed like the others because she<br />
was too weak to run for her life. When they threw her in the pit,<br />
alive, they threw other dead bodies on top of her, and that is<br />
how she died. When we heard these things, the pain we felt was<br />
heart rending. We later exhumed her body and found her in the<br />
same sitting position she was in when she fell in the pit. My<br />
young brother was severely tortured before he was killed, but<br />
we have never been able to find his body. My maternal<br />
grandmother was very old. While the other people she stayed<br />
with were running for their lives, she could not run. Just as she<br />
got to the gate, she realized that she was not going to make it.<br />
She then turned and told her grandchildren, “Go on ahead, run<br />
for your lives because if you stay here they will kill you. Do not<br />
worry about me.” She then sat at the gate and that<br />
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was where they found her. They cut her legs off and left her to<br />
bleed to death. Her corpse was eaten by the dogs and, on our<br />
return, we only found her bones. Those are the close relatives<br />
who died terrible deaths. I lost very many other cousins whose<br />
deaths I cannot even recount. Books have been written about<br />
the Rwanda genocide and movies have been made out of it.<br />
However, no one will ever really know how deeply real people,<br />
with real feelings were affected by it. Unless you went through<br />
it, you can never truly appreciate how terrorized, defiled and<br />
violated we feel. To date, post-genocide Rwandans have severe<br />
post-traumatic stress disorders. You can imagine, therefore,<br />
how I almost went crazy when the anger and bitterness of those<br />
we fled with could not accept me. I paid the price of being<br />
married to a Hutu. None of my Tutsi relatives could even<br />
mention my name. They referred to me as ‘the wife of the<br />
murderer.’ It was not easy.<br />
Some of my brothers and sisters sadistically drove me out the<br />
house we were all staying in. I told them I would go, but I would<br />
not leave my child. I asked them to imagine how difficult it was<br />
for me. How my in-laws reject my Justine only for them to not<br />
accept her either? They were forcing me to separate from my<br />
husband, but I had to let them know that he was not responsible<br />
for what had happened. I had to stand in the gap and be strong.<br />
However, it was a very challenging gap to stand in. Before the<br />
genocide, I had to deal with Patrick’s family, and after the<br />
genocide I had to deal with mine, who felt Patrick’s ethnic group<br />
had led us to where we were. It was not easy, but by God’s grace<br />
I got through it. I feel better already now that I have recounted<br />
it in my book. It is good to talk about the trauma because it<br />
releases the victim. There are many people who are not talking<br />
about their experiences, and when they pile up, they are<br />
destructive. This is why I want many people to be released<br />
through my story. I believe whoever will read it will be touched.<br />
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THE AFTERMATH<br />
I was formerly a Catholic. However, even before I got born again,<br />
I used to get dreams and visions. I had dreamt about the<br />
genocide while still in France. However, whenever I shared the<br />
dream with friends and family, none of them believed me. They<br />
all said I was traumatized. When it finally happened, it was just<br />
like I had seen in the dream. Back in Kigali, the aftermath of the<br />
dreadful mass murders began to manifest. No one could trace<br />
their homes or properties. Most had been razed down or looted.<br />
No one could claim ownership of any property. Everyone who<br />
returned from the various camps around the country just found<br />
deserted homes and occupied them. Our own house had been<br />
occupied by someone else, so we also just had to find a house<br />
and occupy it. A large number of Hutus had fled the country<br />
because of the war and many Tutsis had died, so it was their<br />
houses we were occupying. Tutsis all over the country thronged<br />
Kigali in jubilation, occupying empty residences, taking out their<br />
dead bodies, cleaning the houses of any blood stains and living<br />
in them. My family and I; which included my mother, Helena,<br />
Patrick and my daughter Justine, moved into one of the empty<br />
houses.<br />
When we reunited after the genocide, the wounds and the<br />
sadness were intense. Picking up the broken pieces was very<br />
difficult. Can you imagine moving around seeing people who<br />
killed your loved ones and you are expected to love them? We<br />
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did not know how we would go through that. Having gone<br />
through rejection with Patrick’s family, I expected my family to<br />
be supportive. However, I was in for a rude awakening. I began<br />
to notice people react strangely before Patrick. Many avoided<br />
him like a plague. My family and all other survivors around us<br />
isolated Patrick. If people were having a conversation, and he<br />
walked in they would keep quiet. Slowly they showed him that<br />
he was not welcome. People started murmuring, asking what a<br />
Hutu was doing among them. “After what the Hutus had done to<br />
us, and you bring him here,”? they asked.<br />
We suffered rejection afresh. Everyone would be talking happily<br />
in our absence, but the moment we attempted to join in the<br />
conversation, they all went silent, till we would go away again. I<br />
knew it was time to move again. There was a two-roomed boys<br />
quarter at one of my father-in-law’s houses. He had fled to his<br />
birthplace where he was taking refuge. The house had been<br />
completely looted of everything, but it was still habitable. We<br />
cleaned it and stayed there. The only thing it did not have were<br />
doors, and we had to use a stone and an old box to close it. I<br />
hoped and prayed that this would be our last movement. I hoped<br />
we would finally settle down. Our home was worse than a make<br />
shift shack. It reeked of bloodshed and death everywhere.<br />
However, that is all we had, and we had to work with it. I only<br />
had one saucepan and two cups. That one pan boiled tea and<br />
after breakfast I had to scrub it, so I could boil beans in it. My<br />
husband and I were labelled ‘the killers’. When we shifted, I did<br />
not tell anyone about it. However, no one was bothered about<br />
our departure, and neither did they try to find out where we had<br />
gone. It was the hardest life I had to live, but I somehow, one day<br />
at a time, lived through it.<br />
In December 1994, over five months after the genocide, in that<br />
small house without doors and windows, God revealed Himself<br />
to me. My sister Helena called me and told me that she had been<br />
asked if she knew any genocide survivors she could recommend<br />
for a job. She gave me the name and contact of the person I was<br />
to see, and where I was to meet them. It was a UN job, for which<br />
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I neither had the papers no the experience. Up until that time, I<br />
believed in a higher power. I was neither a born again Christian<br />
nor a spiritual person, but I believed there was a higher power<br />
working behind the scenes to help me. The fact that our<br />
troubled marriage had survived the hatred was the first miracle.<br />
The way God kept Justine, Patrick and I at King Faisal Hospital<br />
out in the cold was a miracle. Claudia grudgingly offering me the<br />
10,000 francs was more than a miracle. And now, here was the<br />
benevolent God again working behind the scenes to help me.<br />
Nowhere in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine myself<br />
working in the United Nations. It was a miracle. In one day, I<br />
came from having one pan and two cups to earning a salary in<br />
dollars. My first salary was $350. I did not know what to do with<br />
my first salary because I literally had nothing. But as it were, my<br />
happiness<br />
was always short-lived. It always felt like I had been born for<br />
misfortune. Even with this wonderful job, I was sad because my<br />
husband had been jobless pretty much since he had left<br />
university in France. First, this made him sad and depressed.<br />
Secondly, it meant that I was the sole financial provider for my<br />
family. When I was three or so months old into my new job at<br />
the UN, Patrick was arrested and imprisoned. He was suspected<br />
to have colluded with a friend who was now in prison, after<br />
being found in possession of the car the said friend had lent him.<br />
The season of Patrick’s imprisonment was another tough turn in<br />
my life. The loneliness was excruciating. I was at home alone<br />
with my daughter. Neighbors and passers-by only pointed<br />
fingers at me, no one ever visited me. Even at my place of work<br />
where there were people from many nationalities, no one liked<br />
me. The UN had a bus that would rotate picking up employees<br />
and dropping us at office. Not even on the UN bus did anyone<br />
ever strike a conversation with me. I was always lonely. My<br />
bosses were French, and it is only with them that I worked<br />
harmoniously; none among the locals ever paid me any<br />
attention. I had to painfully endure a life of stigma and<br />
loneliness. Soon after that my father-in-law returned to his<br />
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home from up-country only to find his son in prison. He came<br />
to me and said, “Your brothers and sisters came and took over<br />
everything including houses. You cannot stay in my house when<br />
my son is in prison. Get out!”<br />
I went to see my husband and asked him whether I could leave<br />
the house or resist. He advised that I should stay, because<br />
leaving would only make me look guilty of all their accusations.<br />
They would say I deserted my family, and I connived with the<br />
Tutsi authorities to have Patrick imprisoned. So, I stayed and<br />
endured all their mockery and scorn. The house had one<br />
bedroom, a sitting room, kitchen and bathroom. I was<br />
dumbfounded when I got a letter from my father-in-law stating<br />
that I was now his tenant, and I had to pay him rent for the<br />
house. That would not have been so much of a surprise because<br />
I knew I was not his favorite person. However, he took his dislike<br />
of me a notch higher when he served me another letter,<br />
demanding rent for each room in the house separately. That<br />
meant I would have to pay rent for the living room alone, the<br />
bedroom alone, the kitchen, bathroom and corridor.<br />
I went back to Patrick and showed him the letter. My opinion<br />
was that I would much rather rent a much bigger house with the<br />
same amount of money instead of spending it on a small place,<br />
with so much oppression. It goes without saying that it was not<br />
the rent that my father-in-law wanted. He wanted me out of his<br />
house. When I visited Patrick in prison and told him that, he said,<br />
“No. Do not give my father money and do not leave the house.<br />
Let him chase you in broad daylight when everyone is watching.<br />
Then you can leave.” This incident confirmed several things to<br />
me, that my father-in-law would never really come to terms<br />
with the fact that his son married a Tutsi and secondly, it would<br />
take divine intervention for him to accept me. Once my fatherin-law<br />
realized I was not budging, he put the house up for sale<br />
and I had no option, but to leave. At this point, I reflected upon<br />
my life and came to the conclusion that this pushing and shoving<br />
between Patrick’s family and I had gone on too long. It was time<br />
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to take charge of my life and move on. I felt like I could not live<br />
the rest of my life miserable and sorrowful. I had the power to<br />
walk out of this oppressing situation. I mean, I now had a job, I<br />
could pay rent. I was not at my father-in-law’s mercy. Part of<br />
the reason I stayed there was out of respect for Patrick. He had<br />
not wanted us to move, so I stayed. However, when my fatherin-law<br />
sold the house, I knew my freedom had come. No one<br />
loves to stay in a place they are not wanted.<br />
After going back and forth with my husband’s trial, engaging<br />
lawyers and still failing to secure his release, I surrendered the<br />
case to God. From that time onwards, I made a decision to use<br />
all my free time for prayer. Patrick was in jail for one year and<br />
was released just before we moved from my father-in-law’s<br />
house. The day Patrick was released was the happiest day of my<br />
life. Even though we were poor and unwanted, at least we were<br />
together. He was my only source of comfort, the love and<br />
security of my life. I did not have anyone else in this world apart<br />
from him because no one wants to befriend a woman whose<br />
name has been slandered on national radio that she is a rebel. I<br />
had neither friends nor family. I only had enemies. When Patrick<br />
was in prison, I was like a moving corpse. People saw me go<br />
about my work and daily business as if all was well, but I was<br />
dead within, only regaining some life and hope when he was<br />
released.<br />
I conceived again shortly after Patrick’s return, and this<br />
prompted him to ask his father to let us stay since we had a baby<br />
coming. I will never forget the response. My father in-law<br />
literally cursed us to go and “breed like dogs”. That was the last<br />
time I ever heard Patrick ask his father for help. With that curse,<br />
we left Patrick’s people. Some things are too difficult to process.<br />
Some wounds are too deep to heal. For Patrick, the pain of<br />
rejection because of the woman he had chosen to marry was<br />
far-reaching. As a man, I know he did not overly express it, but<br />
I am sure it hurt him and his identity. Meanwhile, my own people<br />
never wanted anything to do with me either. Even long after the<br />
genocide ended, I was never comfortable among them.<br />
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Whenever we had the “one hundred days” memorial to<br />
commemorate the genocide or when we had to give our loved<br />
ones’ remains, which had been discovered at an open grave<br />
somewhere, a decent burial, I could not join in because they<br />
always pointed fingers at me and said I was shedding crocodile<br />
tears. My family excluded me in their plans and felt I had no<br />
right to be hurt at the loss of my loved ones because, they felt,<br />
since my husband’s Hutu ethnic group had led the massacres, I<br />
was part of the Hutus, so I had no business mourning the<br />
annihilation of the Tutsi. It was unbearable, because I had to<br />
bear the pain of losing my loved ones, and still be held<br />
responsible for it. We had to leave. We used the money I had<br />
been saving from my job and rented another house. God was so<br />
gracious to me that I went on to work with the United Nations<br />
for 18 years. God later told me that I would only leave the UN at<br />
my own will, when I got tired. It was by the grace of God that I<br />
got that job. God showed me that He does not do good things to<br />
us because we deserve it. Sin defines us until Jesus Christ comes<br />
and takes it away. However, even in our fallen state, God loves<br />
us so much that He cannot let the storm consume us. My<br />
testimony is this, it is not really so much that I love God, but that<br />
God first loved me and gave Himself for me. I am grateful for His<br />
redemptive love. Life in Rwanda after the genocide was<br />
distressing. The nation was completely grief-stricken. Surviving<br />
family members painfully collected the remains of their loved<br />
ones to give them a decent burial. Those were days of untold<br />
emotional and psychological pain. People would cry on end,<br />
struggling to put this painful past behind them.<br />
To imagine that my life has always been one of wars is baffling.<br />
I was at war way before the genocide started. Five years before<br />
the genocide, I was a wanted person. Then I had to endure the<br />
genocide itself and, as if that was not enough, there was my<br />
family to deal with after all that. Meanwhile, as all that was<br />
happening, the issues with Patrick’s imprisonment never<br />
seemed to go away. There was a plot to kill him and make all<br />
traces disappear. One policeman, who was not part of the plot,<br />
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knew about it and warned Patrick. He told him he would receive<br />
a call to meet with my sister somewhere, and that is where some<br />
policemen would finish him off.<br />
The policeman told Patrick not to dare go alone. When it<br />
happened as the policeman had warned, Patrick was wise<br />
enough not to go. He waited for the policeman who had warned<br />
him, and when he arrived after work, they went together to the<br />
police station. He then urged the other policemen at the station<br />
to finish with Patrick quickly, as he had to go somewhere else<br />
with him. That is when they realized that they could not go on<br />
with their plot, and that is how Patrick’s life was saved. Having<br />
left my fathering-law's spiteful treatment, I fell from the frying<br />
pan right into the fire of my own people’s rejection. It was more<br />
or less the cruelest treatment I have ever received on this earth.<br />
I would understand Patrick’s family hating me because, well, I<br />
was from a different ethnic group, a group they abhorred like it<br />
was an abomination to get along with them. Secondly, I was not<br />
of their flesh and blood. However, for my own family to take the<br />
same route was agonizing. I faced so much rejection that I kept<br />
away from most family events. I was shut out, only attending my<br />
father’s re-burial ceremony.<br />
Since I was not wanted, segregated against and distrusted by<br />
everyone, I resorted to only one thing – silence. I had only one<br />
person to confide in, and that was God. I did not know that by<br />
victimizing myself, I was hurting myself more. I thought I was<br />
the only one suffering these injustices. I did not know that this<br />
was only turning me into a selfish person. With each passing<br />
day, my heart became as sensitive as a fresh wound and as hard<br />
as a stone.<br />
What the Bible says about humans is indeed true. If a mother<br />
can forget the baby nursing at her breast, and if a father can<br />
reject his own son, we understand why Jeremiah 17:5-6 states<br />
that, “Cursed is anyone who puts their trust in man…”. In this<br />
verse, God shows us that we are all made of the same material;<br />
therefore, if there should be any trust, it should be directed to a<br />
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higher and more deserving power. Having been made in God’s<br />
image, we are His children. The Holy Spirit Himself testifies to<br />
our spirits that we are God’s children – heirs of God and coheirs<br />
with Christ. If we suffer, we suffer with Him so that we can<br />
eventually be glorified with Him.<br />
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UNSHACKLED<br />
In 1997, three years after the dreadful genocide and after Patrick<br />
had been released from prison, he got a job outside Kigali and<br />
had to be away from home weeks on end. I was pregnant with<br />
our second child at that time, living in isolation. I had no<br />
company whatsoever; no friends, no siblings.... I was literally a<br />
loner, living a life worse than a monk’s. Patrick would be away<br />
for work for a period of three to six months, a solitary period<br />
during which time I kept the house I was renting because it was<br />
closer to my workplace. My prayer life (as a Catholic)<br />
experienced tremendous growth when my husband was in<br />
prison. When I tried to use my effort to have him released and<br />
failed, I surrendered everything to God. When he was released,<br />
my faith grew, and I continued to pray even more. God is so<br />
trustworthy that He could not allow anything bad to happen to<br />
us without a reason.<br />
When I had nothing left, I realized how God loves us. He became<br />
a shelter for my family and me. No matter what your situation<br />
may look like, don’t give up or live in the past, instead, look ahead<br />
and continuing the journey of life. One day I said to myself,<br />
“History has not taken me away. Why should I always have it<br />
before me when God saved me from it?” However, the journey<br />
of the circumcision of my heart had just begun and it was<br />
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painful. With all the piousness with which I said my prayers, my<br />
heart still bled and harbored too much bitterness, grudges,<br />
hatred and anger towards everyone.<br />
The truth of the matter was that they had all turned against me.<br />
I had enemies both in my family and my husband’s. Then, my<br />
enemies used all sorts of things, including witchcraft to bring<br />
me down. I was cornered on all sides like a vulnerable and<br />
helpless antelope in the face of a herd of lions. Chances of my<br />
emotional and psychological survival were slim. Some invisible<br />
diabolical force was apparently working against me, seeking to<br />
wipe me off the face of the earth. However, God had other plans.<br />
In the book of 1 John 3:8, the Bible says, “He that commits sin is<br />
of the devil; for the devil sinned from the beginning. For this<br />
purpose, the Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy<br />
the works of the devil.” I soon saw this verse come true in my<br />
disturbed life.<br />
One day, a cousin of mine unexpectedly visited me. What he<br />
found shocked him. I was huddled in a corner, crying and<br />
literally shaking with fear. All I could do was cry. He reached out<br />
and comforted me. He talked to me about Jesus and told me<br />
Jesus was interested in me and how I felt. When he said Jesus<br />
loved me, a pain went through my heart and I did not know how<br />
to receive Jesus’ love. After prolonged years of pain, betrayal and<br />
rejection from the closest people in my life, it was nearly<br />
impossible to process these feelings of Jesus loving me. I did not<br />
know how to receive love or how to give it. However, my cousin<br />
prayed with me and led me through the sinner’s prayer. When<br />
we were done, he told me not to fear anyone again. I felt a<br />
release, a certain calm feeling rested upon my soul. Without my<br />
knowledge, an eternal, divine conversion had taken place in me.<br />
Immediately after I received Jesus Christ in my life, everything I<br />
had stood on as my foundation in this life shook and came<br />
tumbling down. I did not know at that time that this happens<br />
whenever we declare that we shall no longer serve Satan, but<br />
God. At that moment, every false foundation in our lives, a<br />
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foundation that is not based on the word of God, is shaken to<br />
refine and grow our faith. As I got acquainted with my new life<br />
in Christ, reports began to circulate from my husband’s family<br />
that the child I was carrying was not his. The rumors spread like<br />
wildfire and my husband’s family told him not to take<br />
responsibility of the child. It appeared like pain and I were born<br />
twins. This was really hard, very hard in fact, that I contemplated<br />
leaving that family for good. However, my cousin’s words kept<br />
ringing in my ears. “Do not fear anyone in this life,” he had said,<br />
“Fear God.” Trembling, I took heed of those words. The<br />
hardships drew me closer to God, giving birth to my prayer life.<br />
However, I continued to live with bitterness for a long time.<br />
Blessed is the person who finds God when there are no<br />
problems. It is true that people seek God most when they have<br />
problems. They pray fervently and make many<br />
promises to Him that they never fulfil. When God comes to their<br />
rescue, everything ends there. They immediately forget their<br />
vows and swiftly return to their routine as if nothing had<br />
happened. The Bible says it is better not to make promises than<br />
to promise and not fulfil, (Ecclesiastes 5:1-5). When you are<br />
convinced about your choice to follow Jesus, do not get<br />
distracted by what people say about you. Instead, from their<br />
words, derive more strength and courage to get closer to God.<br />
Even if people rejected you and you lost everything, finding<br />
refuge in Jesus Christ would be enough, since we have<br />
everything in Him. Rejection by men is an opportunity for one<br />
to get closer to God. As I said though, God’s ways are mysterious<br />
and good because they lead us to salvation. Through those few<br />
people who were rejected by their families, many people in the<br />
region converted to Christianity and the message went across<br />
and reached many people. If they had not been rejected after<br />
seeking refuge in God, how would the unbelievers get to know<br />
the truth?<br />
Praise God, for He knows His plans for His people. Our Lord<br />
Jesus is gracious and merciful. He does not condemn those who<br />
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do not accept Him (John 3:17). Rather, He convicts them with His<br />
love. Those who turn to Jesus will always tell you how they<br />
regret the time they spent in spiritual ignorance. They will, in<br />
fact, count that time lost. As my faith in Christ grew and I learnt<br />
more about Jesus’ crucifixion, I also made many new friends that<br />
I did not have before receiving God’s grace. Above all, I had<br />
peace that surpasses all human understanding, which<br />
strengthened me and helped me ignore what people were<br />
saying in a bid to discourage me. I maintained my focus and<br />
pursuit for the higher calling of God for my life and was not<br />
deterred by whatever stood in my way to spiritual growth.<br />
Through my service to God, I gradually understood the will of<br />
God for me. At the same time, I was often overwhelmed by<br />
situations; because serving God is not as easy as many people<br />
think. The way before me was marred with difficulties, but I<br />
surrendered everything to God’s will and power. My conviction<br />
was that God always has answers even for problems to which<br />
we do not have solutions ourselves.<br />
I spent almost 10 years living an empty life because I felt there<br />
was something I had not yet achieved. I moved from church to<br />
church searching for a place that would quench my thirst and<br />
satisfy my hunger. I was unsteady during that period because I<br />
had not yet understood my vocation. It was difficult for me<br />
because there had to be spiritual sacrifices of obedience made<br />
and I resisted the idea of making such sacrifices. It was after a<br />
long-drawn-out struggle that I accepted that I needed to stand<br />
firm in my vocation and start the work that God had called me<br />
to do. I learnt that in many cases, God works through different<br />
types of pressure and difficulties to prompt us to make decisions<br />
that we would not make under normal circumstances. When<br />
people<br />
are distracted or in noisy situations, they cannot listen to the<br />
voice of God. It is only when you are quiet and meditating that<br />
you get an opportunity to hear God’s voice. I thank God who<br />
gave me good spiritual parents and friends who stayed beside<br />
me, gave me advice and prayed for me till I was able to hear<br />
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God’s voice and understand His will. I thank God because He<br />
gave me divine friends and advisors to help me do His work.<br />
After meeting Christ, I decided to step out of darkness and seek<br />
God more, because the ‘noise’ in my heart had been deafening. I<br />
slowly understood that I should not fight for myself. I found a<br />
way to cope with the hardships and understood what other<br />
genocide victims were experiencing in their hearts. Many<br />
families were destroyed, blood relations torn apart and spouses<br />
separated. Had I not sought God, I would have suffered the same<br />
kind of aftermath effect or even worse. As burdensome as the<br />
situation was, God intervened. This experience opened my eyes<br />
to God’s nature as the only true and faithful friend. I<br />
remembered what the Bible says in 1 Corinthians 10:13, “No<br />
temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And<br />
God is faithful; He will not let you be tempted beyond what you<br />
can bear. But when you are tempted, He will also provide a way<br />
out so that you can bear it.” This scripture was so comforting to<br />
me when I needed it most. The knowledge that God was fully<br />
aware of what I was going through, and even trusted that I<br />
would get through it triumphantly gave me the much-needed<br />
strength and courage to take the next step.<br />
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DEALING WITH BITTERNESS<br />
AND LEARNING TO FORGIVE<br />
For a long time after I was born again, I focused on my problems<br />
rather than the reason why I was facing them. Little did I know<br />
that that in itself was a problem, and I suffered as a result. I<br />
constantly asked God to heal and change other people because<br />
I thought they needed intercession and that I was perfect. When<br />
the Pharisees persecuted Jesus, they were so taken up by their<br />
own sense of self-righteousness that it blinded them to their<br />
own plight. Had they not been obsessed with themselves, they<br />
would have been able to see just how pitiful and in need of a<br />
Savior they were. That alone would have opened their eyes to<br />
the true nature of God that Jesus represented. The prophet<br />
Isaiah said it well: “All of us have become like one who is unclean,<br />
and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up<br />
like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away,” (Isaiah 64:6<br />
NIV). It was only until much later when my eyes were opened<br />
that I realized how much I ‘stank’ before God.<br />
No matter how good our thoughts, speech and actions are, we<br />
must never think that we obtain righteousness from any of that.<br />
The moment self-righteousness creeps in, we become so<br />
detestable to God that we lose sight and vision of Him and all<br />
the eternal gifts He has freely given us by grace. That said, there<br />
is no greater gift than to have one’s sins blotted out completely.<br />
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When we realize that only God can forgive our sins; and that His<br />
forgiveness is freely available for us, then we come to terms<br />
with how privileged we are. Like I was then, some people pray<br />
and go to church a lot, but they have baggage in their hearts. My<br />
heart was filled with hatred and bitterness towards the people<br />
who had hurt my family and me. But I still prayed and felt I was<br />
close to God. However, I did not know that in order to be a true<br />
believer, I needed to change and give up some things so that I<br />
could grow into the new creature Jesus Christ had made me and<br />
that I would experience salvation in its fullness. Even though<br />
people considered me outwardly virtuous and I appeared to be<br />
a nice person, I discovered that on the inside, I was a sinner full<br />
of wickedness. I then started to seek a remedy to my state of<br />
heart because I did not want to live a life of fear and lies<br />
disguised as Christianity.<br />
Many of us are called Christians and yet our souls are sick. Lack<br />
of forgiveness was a serious problem for me because I had many<br />
wounds in my heart; I felt seriously hurt by my people and my<br />
in-laws. I tried to find the role I had played in what I had gone<br />
through, or what I had done wrong, but I could not find any. This<br />
feeling that I had been unfairly treated made it difficult for me<br />
to forgive those who wronged me. 1 John 4:20-21 says, “If a man<br />
says, I love God, and hates his brother, he is a liar: for he that<br />
loves not his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God<br />
whom he has not seen? And this commandment have we from<br />
him, that he who loves God loves his brother also.” Contrary to<br />
what this scripture says, I thought that since I prayed and went<br />
to church, I did not need people because I had experienced<br />
many disappointments through them. I did not want to live with<br />
anybody. I could not trust those who approached me for<br />
friendship. I did not believe that anybody could love me, except<br />
my husband. I tried to let things go but did a very poor job of it.<br />
The devil always reminded me of the hard times I had gone<br />
through, the people who had hurt me and all the suffering I had<br />
endured. Plainly put, I was a new creation in Christ who lived in<br />
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the past; and that never works. All I could see were enemies and<br />
wicked people, and not friends or anybody who had helped me,<br />
given me good advice or encouraged me. When your heart is<br />
wounded for a long time, you may reject people with good<br />
intentions who could help you because you always question<br />
their motives. The more we take our focus off ourselves, the<br />
more we appreciate the grace of God displayed in the love that<br />
Christ showed us when He hung on the cross. Our confidence<br />
should, therefore, be found only in God’s grace; as Hebrews 4:16<br />
says, “Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with<br />
confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help<br />
us in our time of need.” Only when we focus on God’s grace can<br />
we conquer the battle between the flesh and the spirit. When<br />
He says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened...”<br />
(Matthew 11:28), and “Come, all you who are thirsty...” (Isaiah<br />
55:1), He gives neither condition nor qualification. There are no<br />
exceptions or extra requirements. Who can resist such love?<br />
The more we ponder on it, the more we are drawn to it.<br />
Eventually, when we are immersed in it, there is neither room<br />
for our minds to wander away from His presence nor the time<br />
for our hearts to lust after evil. I prayed for three days, seeking<br />
God’s intervention. However, thanks to my conscience, prayer<br />
was more of a burden than a joy. The constant reminder of my<br />
bad past hindered me from experiencing my Father’s love. I had<br />
been told that God was fair, so why did bad things happen to<br />
me? The Bible says, “Whoever corrects a mocker invites insults<br />
and whoever rebukes a wicked man incurs abuse,” (Proverbs.<br />
9:7). All these questions came to my mind because I had been<br />
told that I was not clean and needed to change some things in<br />
my life. My human nature felt offended because it’s hard to<br />
accept the need to change when you think you are perfect. I<br />
always felt I was innocent, and only a victim of the situation I<br />
was going through. This made me think that I had the right to<br />
be what I was and that my insolence was justified. The Bible,<br />
however, says; “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither<br />
are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. As the heavens are<br />
higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and<br />
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my thoughts than your thoughts,” (Isaiah 55:8-9, NIV). God saw<br />
me as an imperfect person who was not worthy to stand before<br />
Him. “Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may<br />
stand in his holy place? The one who has clean hands and a pure<br />
heart, who does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god,”<br />
(Psalm 24:3-6 NIV).<br />
The word of God was like a sharp knife, cutting through my<br />
thoughts and emotions. I was shocked and disappointed that<br />
while I had qualified myself, God my creator and the one I was<br />
desperately seeking after, saw no good in my state of being. I<br />
had been stripped and laid bare, and this was a bitter pill to<br />
swallow. The devil took advantage of my hard heart and<br />
effectively used one of his best weapons against mankind - our<br />
damaging past. For a while, he had me tight in his grip, because<br />
the slightest memory of my past only opened my wounds afresh<br />
and I got repeatedly angry. He succeeded in taking me so many<br />
steps backwards. I became more upset than before because I<br />
noticed that the person I intended to accuse was now accusing<br />
me. On the third day of my prayers, the Holy Spirit gave me an<br />
important message and I took time to think about salvation. I<br />
asked God, “What have you done to me? Think about everything<br />
that I have gone through, and I have not even done anything<br />
wrong?” I decided in my heart that I was giving up. In my shock<br />
and desperation, a stranger came to me and repeated the words<br />
that God had already spoken to my spirit. I was understandably<br />
afraid, and before I could begin reasoning with Him, I was given<br />
clear instructions to “remove all deeply rooted nails from my<br />
heart” before resuming my prayer. The Holy Spirit was referring<br />
to the struggle that was going on in my heart. Right up to that<br />
moment, I believed that there were no nails in my heart. Just<br />
then, I was shocked when I started listing issues that had built<br />
up in my heart. I knew for sure that this had to be the work of<br />
God. There was no way I was going to admit that I was in a<br />
pathetic situation and needed help – the help of a Savior.<br />
The Holy Spirit spoke to me, revealing the five things that<br />
separated me from God’s glory. The first nail that blocked me<br />
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the most was failure to forgive. Of course, I had lived with that<br />
attitude for a long time. I used to smile but felt terrible on the<br />
inside. God did not say anything else to me, but asked me to read<br />
Matthew 6:14-15, “For if you forgive men when they sin against<br />
you, your heavenly father will also forgive you. But if you do not<br />
forgive men of their sins, your father will not forgive your sins.”<br />
After I came to my senses, I read the scripture several times and<br />
that is when I saw how serious my problem had been. It was at<br />
that point that I surrendered. The Bible says, “If we claim to be<br />
without sin we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. But<br />
if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just, and will forgive us<br />
our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:8-9).”<br />
Jesus explained that it is only by admitting your own mistakes<br />
that you can see clearer. Confession of mistakes is the most<br />
powerful tool of reconciliation. Admitting our sin is the best way<br />
to establish a good relationship with God. David prayed to God<br />
and said, “My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and<br />
contrite heart you, God, will not despise (Psalm 51:17).”<br />
Taking time to pray also helps us to see people through the eyes<br />
of God, although it takes sacrifice. However, we cannot reach<br />
this by counting on our own strength. We need the grace of God<br />
through the Holy Spirit. God wants us to take the first step. We<br />
are not to wait until we find ourselves in positions of revenge.<br />
We should move forward and do what is right despite our fears<br />
and feelings. When we forgive, God releases healing into the<br />
consequences of our past and will work wonders that will<br />
transform every area of our lives. This is how we cooperate with<br />
the Holy Spirit. We also need to be vigilant and ready because<br />
we can be attacked any time. We must know the Word of God<br />
and remember that in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth we<br />
have authority over the power of the enemy. We should stand<br />
for the truth and have boldness. Let us pray so that the Father<br />
helps us to be ready to face the attacks of the enemy and fight<br />
in the spirit. Zechariah 4:6 says, “It is not by might nor power,<br />
but by the Spirit of God.” Let us give Him all our confidence and<br />
all the glory in the name of Jesus. We cannot give up on God<br />
because He loves us much more than we love ourselves. The<br />
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Bible says we did not choose Him, but He chose us. He is the<br />
only one who knows the plans He has for us, but we can rest in<br />
the assurance that they are plans for prosperity and not<br />
disaster.<br />
As I continued seeking the Lord’s help in dealing with bitterness<br />
and lack of forgiveness,<br />
I took off some time and went to one of the prayer mountains in<br />
Uganda. A prayer mountain is a place of isolation where<br />
Christians go to seek the Lord. It is like a pilgrimage to seek God<br />
for extremely difficult things in one’s life. When I went to the<br />
mountain for prayer, I was very expectant. I knew God would<br />
meet me there. I had a long list of prayer requests because, to<br />
me, my problems and sorrow were too much to carry. I was a<br />
born-again Christian who paid my tithe and carried out all my<br />
responsibilities in church, but my heart was not right. My heart<br />
was in bondage to the highest form of hatred and bitterness. I<br />
could not understand why I was suffering. I never accepted that<br />
I had weaknesses myself, and because of that I was always<br />
sorrowful and critical.<br />
The night I reached the prayer mountain, I opened my heard to<br />
God. He told me, “First remove the nails from your heart.” I<br />
could not understand what He meant, so I asked; “What nails,<br />
Lord?” He revealed seven “nails” to my spirit namely; being<br />
unforgiving, selfishness, pride, vanity, self-victimization and<br />
hatred. From all these, the failure to forgive was my biggest<br />
issue. The moment I heard what the Lord said to me, guilt set in.<br />
I knew I was not perfect, but I had gone to the mountain thinking<br />
I was righteous. When I got there, the Lord revealed my true<br />
self. My pride had blinded me from seeing how filthy I was. I<br />
went to a secluded place, sat under a tree and cried out to God<br />
for four hours nonstop. What was making me cry was that I was<br />
seeing God as a respecter of persons, contrary to what His word<br />
says of Him. I honestly had expected sympathy from Him. I felt<br />
that I had been rejected and victimized by literally everyone, but<br />
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I had not let the light of God’s word shine through my heart to<br />
reveal the dark spots therein.<br />
I sat there, crying in repentance and hopelessness. Just then, a<br />
grey-headed old man, who I had never seen and never got to see<br />
again after that, came to me and repeated exactly what God had<br />
told me. “God has told me to tell you that He wants to forgive<br />
you and do you good.” It was then that I started thinking that<br />
maybe I could partly be responsible for my own misery. I knew<br />
I could not possibly be totally innocent. Humanly speaking,<br />
there was no way I could have suffered all that and come<br />
through blameless. To begin with, I had a very twisted definition<br />
of forgiveness. If anyone really angered me, I walked away and<br />
left them the way they were and said nothing to them. That is<br />
what I called forgiveness. I did not know that forgiveness<br />
actually profits the person who gives it. I left that place<br />
acknowledging how wrong I had been. It was at that point that I<br />
decided to forgive all those who had made me suffer, and the<br />
ones who were still against me. This decision was going to be<br />
the hardest I will ever make in my life on earth. After all these<br />
years of accumulated treachery and pain, would I make it<br />
through? I left the prayer mountain hungry and thirsty, ready to<br />
ask<br />
whoever hurt me for forgiveness and also to let them know that<br />
I had forgiven them. I made an effort to personally approach<br />
every one of them that came to my mind. There were very many<br />
people to approach, but I decided to start with my husband. I<br />
can say that that was the best thing I ever did because that is<br />
how he came to know the Lord Jesus. When I asked for his<br />
forgiveness, he did the same. My aim, however, was to first let<br />
those that hurt me know that I had released them and whenever<br />
I did that, I felt that I too, had been released and healed. Before<br />
I knew it, I was talking to people. Eventually, I started getting a<br />
burden for anyone who wronged me. I would empathize with<br />
them. It also opened my eyes to the great of God my Father, and<br />
to the saving power of Jesus His Son. So massive was the reality<br />
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of the weight that Jesus had to bear not just for me, but for the<br />
entire world.<br />
When He gave the sacrifice, He gave us one command – to love<br />
one another the way He loved us. At this point, I started to<br />
understand what this meant. I discovered that we have one<br />
enemy – Satan – whose only mission is to steal, kill and destroy.<br />
I could now stand in that gap, not thinking carnally, but in the<br />
spirit. I understood the persecution that Jesus endured, how<br />
they hated and plotted against Him even when He was innocent.<br />
I was reminded of the scripture that says, “If the world hates<br />
you, keep in mind that it hated me first” (John 15:18). I was<br />
encouraged, knowing that nothing happens without a reason. I<br />
continued to share hope with everyone, assuring them of God’s<br />
goodness, no matter what their situation was. That is when I<br />
searched my inner man and found that our thoughts determine<br />
what happens to us. Thoughts can eventually get us behind bars,<br />
get us released or even get us killed. I discovered that my<br />
thoughts had got me into this spiritual prison I had been in.<br />
Romans 8:6 states that a carnal heart cannot please God. I had<br />
lived with a carnal heart even as a servant of God. I outwardly<br />
appeared righteous, but the inner man is what God looks at (1<br />
Samuel 16:7). We have a choice to make between nurturing what<br />
God wants and what we want. God’s choice is always the best,<br />
but we cannot nurture it if we do not know it. I was glad that<br />
God had given me the privilege of knowing His choice. I made<br />
the choice based on the word of God and the leading of His<br />
Spirit.<br />
As Christians, the fruit we bear on the outside is dependent on<br />
what our inner man is fed on. If we feed the inner man on hatred,<br />
the fruit thereof will be hatred. I decided to do my best to feed<br />
my inner man with good. I realized that that was the making of<br />
a true Christian, one who walks the way God expects him or her<br />
to. My next mission was to tell as many people as possible so<br />
that they could make their own decision based on the word they<br />
hear, just like it is written in Romans 10:17, which says, “So then<br />
faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” I could<br />
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not clearly see God’s love and acts of mercy towards me during<br />
my days of torment, even though He<br />
had intervened on various occasions. I was still blind and<br />
thought that He must have abandoned me. However, when I<br />
accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my deliverer, the knowledge<br />
that God still cared and had a good plan for me flooded my soul.<br />
I could feel life begin to flow in me, despite all the difficult times<br />
I had been going through. I love Jesus because when you<br />
surrender your soul to Him and allow Him to lead your life,<br />
everything settles in harmony with Him. He intervened at the<br />
very last minute and gave me power and encouragement. He<br />
gave me extreme happiness over the difficulties that had<br />
engulfed me. He gave me calmness over gossip, lies and betrayal,<br />
and over all the scorners. Taking one step at a time, I began a<br />
deep and fulfilling relationship with Him.<br />
However, just because I had sought God and had a deeper<br />
relationship with him did not mean I was having it easy.<br />
Absolutely not! With each passing day, some of the hardships<br />
worsened. I tried to defend myself as a human being looking for<br />
a solution. I found no other refuge except having strength in<br />
Jesus Christ alone. He was my fortress and hope during those<br />
trying years. I learned that when you have divine protection,<br />
man’s evil plans cannot harm you. Without that protection, you<br />
will be in a dilemma caused by attacks from evil spirits. Just as a<br />
soldier does not go to battle without a weapon, you also need<br />
God’s power to win life’s battles. When push comes to shove and<br />
death stares you in the face, you must confront it with faith -<br />
just like queen Esther (in the bible) risked and went to King<br />
Xerxes without being summoned (Esther 4:16). It was against the<br />
law for her or anyone to go before the king without his<br />
permission and she did not know the eventual outcome, but she<br />
believed that God would come through for her. And He did!<br />
When you accept the Lord Jesus as your Savior, you are<br />
automatically under the covenant of the Holy Spirit. God’s favor<br />
goes before you and He will intervene in your most perplexing<br />
situations. I remembered God’s promises of love and care<br />
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towards me, and that He had saved me from various critical<br />
situations before. “Only be careful and watch yourselves closely<br />
so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let<br />
them slip out of your heart as long as you are alive,”<br />
Deuteronomy 4:9 says.<br />
Most people try to live as if there are no issues in their lives,<br />
when in reality, there is a serious problem. Such people block<br />
their own blessings because they put a barrier in their hearts.<br />
But God works in many ways, and He is not limited by what we<br />
do. God does not care so much about tears and grief. He is<br />
mostly interested in a clean and repentant heart. Rubbish that<br />
is kept in a place for a long time produces toxins and begins to<br />
stink, and the odor spreads all over until it is known that there<br />
is a problem. Eventually, it becomes poison, which we all know<br />
is deadly. In the same way, if you have unresolved issues in your<br />
heart while pretending that you are alright, you may end<br />
up like the rubbish heap. As time goes on, the problem becomes<br />
severe and moves from your heart to your mind and from your<br />
mind to manifested actions. Unresolved issues affect the<br />
conscience and finally the entire body. They make life bitter and<br />
the poison affects the entire person. You can only give what you<br />
have. When you are in that kind of emotional bondage, your<br />
behavior is equally unpleasant because you cannot conceal the<br />
evil which is in your heart and mind. This eventually worsens<br />
your image. If you are like I was, do not fear, there is hope for<br />
total healing and grace. As you trust God and read and obey His<br />
word, you will gradually begin to notice a change in your heart,<br />
mind and character. Just hold onto God’s promises. In His own<br />
time, God makes all things beautiful.<br />
When I received the power to forgive, I discovered how much I<br />
had been lied to. I also found out that after learning to forgive,<br />
man derives his own peace from within. I was in such bondage.<br />
I lock myself in my room and cry. I was constantly moody and<br />
always worried about the next day. Those were the weapons<br />
that the enemy used to disable me. By the grace of God, I<br />
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discovered Satan’s schemes, and I knew that he is literally the<br />
only enemy I have. John 10:10 says, “The thief comes to steal, kill<br />
and destroy, but I have come that they might have live, and have<br />
it more abundantly.” This scripture made so much sense in my<br />
life after God had opened my spiritual eyes. It was after this that<br />
I decided to forgive completely, and I was fully aware that I was<br />
doing it for my own good. Soon after that, I started teaching and<br />
sensitizing people about the power of forgiveness because I<br />
knew the impact it had had on my life. My painful past had got<br />
me to a place where I felt I was useless and that it was better for<br />
me to die.<br />
Physically I looked whole, but I was dying inside. The word of<br />
God says we should enjoy all the days of our lives, because it is<br />
appointed once for man to die and thereafter judgement. When<br />
a situation is beyond your control, there is nothing you can do<br />
about it. Revenge is never a solution. Even if you killed a person,<br />
it would not deliver you. Instead you would move around with<br />
guilt. The thought of killing this person would haunt you for the<br />
rest of your life. Free yourself, forgive. There is power in<br />
forgiveness. In the beginning, as I started my way to deliverance,<br />
I could not understand why one should forgive until God opened<br />
my eyes to my uncleanliness. As I write this book, I thank God<br />
for the people embarking on this process, for I am sure that<br />
some of them are already reaping the fruits of forgiveness. As<br />
human beings, we do not like such hardships. Yet if we look<br />
around us, almost all great achievements are by people have<br />
faced serious difficulties. God uses difficulties to shape us.<br />
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PEACE OF MIND AND THE<br />
BUMPY ROAD TO FREEDOM<br />
Peace of mind is a crucial fruit of the spirit for every believer<br />
(Galatians 5:22-23). After you have received this gift – I call it a<br />
gift because not everyone has it – you will live life differently.<br />
Sometimes Christians think that their spirits are more<br />
important than the state of their minds. Our hearts and minds<br />
are very important because everything good or bad starts there.<br />
Proverbs 4:23 says, “Above all else, guard your heart for it is the<br />
well spring of life.” Nothing gets to me without passing through<br />
my mind. The knowledge that the quality of life is determined<br />
by our state of mind changed my thought process. When I began<br />
working on renewing my mind, I discovered that I really needed<br />
peace. When you have peace, your life is stable. While people all<br />
over the world commit suicide, abuse drugs and kill each other,<br />
you will experience total calmness. People do all sorts of weird<br />
things in search of peace, but it is elusive to them. Only Jesus<br />
brings true and lasting peace. This is one of the reasons why He<br />
came, because He knew that the world needed peace.<br />
As I embraced the word of God and obeyed it, my life began to<br />
truly change. Divine peace flooded my soul like I never felt it<br />
before. If people in our world experienced this peace, we would<br />
have fewer problems. I had tried to find peace for many years in<br />
vain. It was not until I met Jesus that I truly became a peaceful<br />
person. It is not easy<br />
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to forgive yourself, to release the people who wiped away your<br />
family and hunted you down for no crime you committed.<br />
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the<br />
world gives, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled,<br />
neither let it be afraid…” (John 14:27|). Only God can give one<br />
peace. Haven’t you heard what Isaiah 26:3 KJV says? “Thou wilt<br />
keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee:<br />
because he trusteth in thee.” Therefore, trust in the Lord. Let<br />
Him keep you in His perfect peace.<br />
Today, I thank God because my family and I pray together and<br />
ask God for strength day by day to remain in His presence. We<br />
learn new things every day. If I wanted to talk about all the good<br />
things He has done for us and where He got us from, there<br />
would never be enough time. We came from far and we believed<br />
in the scripture that says He will never leave us nor forsake us<br />
(Deuteronomy 31:6). As human beings, we may not understand<br />
this, and our physical eyes may not see anything at the moment,<br />
but God is always at work. I thank God for my past. It may not<br />
have been beautiful, but He has used it to reveal Himself to me.<br />
He continues to teach me, and my spiritual life is enriched. One<br />
of the secrets of keeping your mind at peace is to let go all who<br />
betrayed you. Failure to do this or seeking revenge will only<br />
imprison you. We should close all the doors of grudges and<br />
hatred behind us and focus on making progress in life. We can<br />
achieve much more than we have achieved before if we<br />
constantly remember that trials are inevitable, and we will be<br />
accountable for how we get through them. Romans 12:18-19<br />
says, “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace<br />
with everyone. Do not take revenge my friends.” My prayer has<br />
been this, “Lord, help me to put my hurt, pain and offense aside<br />
so that I can restore my broken heart.” My friends, failure will<br />
never be permanent in our lives. To overcome the fight against<br />
Satan, we need to protect ourselves all the time from the sin that<br />
so easily entangles. It is through purification and sanctification<br />
that we will weaken him and his plans for our lives.<br />
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Romans 8:6-7 says, “The mind of a sinful man is death, but the<br />
mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace. The sinful mind<br />
is hostile to God. It does not submit to God’s law, nor can it do<br />
so.” Therefore, being at peace and letting things go does not give<br />
those who hurt you leverage; it is for your own spiritual and<br />
emotional good. I noticed that my bitter attitude was a<br />
roadblock to many of life’s achievements. As I took baby steps in<br />
obeying God’s word and letting my hurt and pain go, I began to<br />
see a great change in my life. It was the beginning of revival,<br />
repentance, forgiveness and reconciliation among my people.<br />
Obviously, my journey to finding total peace, inner healing and<br />
emotional deliverance was not easy. There were good days and<br />
there were bad days. I encountered inner resistance as I strove<br />
towards God’s grace and for<br />
peace to flood my soul. There were many attitude adjustments<br />
to make, many deep-seated misconceptions about life to<br />
correct. For instance, during this process, people that were<br />
closest to me became suspicious. Many wondered why I had<br />
changed while others hypothesized about my reasons for<br />
change. People sometimes think that when you receive God’s<br />
grace it is because you are swamped by problems, so during this<br />
period, people began to ask what happened to me. Once you<br />
receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you become the topic of<br />
discussion in your community. Many well-meaning people<br />
wanted to know if they could do anything to help me. Ultimately,<br />
these people did not know the benefits of receiving God’s grace.<br />
I regret the time I spent in darkness, because it is only when I<br />
received God’s grace that I started living a truly meaningful life.<br />
Although I encountered many relapses in my journey, I fought<br />
the good fight of faith. I sometimes faced the same problems<br />
that I had before I met the Lord, and this made me wonder<br />
where else I could get refuge. It was a bit confusing because I<br />
knew the church to be a sanctuary from the world’s problems<br />
and curses. It was after a long time that I understood that the<br />
real house of God is within me. Jesus lives in our hearts, and not<br />
in the buildings constructed by human hands. This brought<br />
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peace in my heart. I decided to live in harmony and at peace with<br />
God’s people. The healing process is not our effort. It is God’s<br />
plan for us. Quick and effortless healing requires our humility<br />
and submission to God. I love Jesus because when you partner<br />
with Him, He helps you deal with the complex issues of life.<br />
Many people prefer to hide and not testify after their healing<br />
and conversion because of the rough road that leads there. In<br />
fact, they fear facing the war that goes hand in hand with<br />
conversion.<br />
Be courageous and fearless because the battle is not yours. Jesus<br />
is on our side and says, “Whoever acknowledges me before men,<br />
I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven,” (Mathew<br />
10:32). Again, the transformation process will not be well<br />
received immediately. People will want to understand why you<br />
stopped doing what you used to do or why you stopped hanging<br />
out with them. It is worse if you have to separate yourself from<br />
the people you used to associate with. Prayer is therefore a<br />
major weapon. For every bullet they fire at you, fight back with<br />
patience, strength, calmness and hope. Although not everyone<br />
will understand you, the plan of God over your life will stand.<br />
Looking back at the events of my life, I see the blueprint of God’s<br />
hand in it. When I was being hunted down by the authorities, I<br />
did not have a place to stay. I most definitely would have been<br />
killed then. When my husband was imprisoned, and my family<br />
had abandoned me, I would have been killed. Even with my job,<br />
it is not by coincidence that I worked there that long without<br />
any harm or sabotage. When I thought about these things, it<br />
became clear to me that it had been the grace of God<br />
sustaining me all that time. It was just by the power and mercy<br />
of God that I woke up every day. I had never seen God as the<br />
best friend that was by me every step of the way, until I made<br />
the right choice to follow Him. Before getting this revelation,<br />
there was no way I could experience inner peace. I was going<br />
through a troublesome time, and because my inner man was<br />
dead, my mind was distressed. My journey to attaining inner<br />
peace started when I understood how Satan, the enemy works,<br />
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and that he was the only enemy I had. How does Satan work? He<br />
creates the impression that you are done for and dying. He<br />
magnifies a situation and creates a mountain out of a mound.<br />
For instance, during the genocide, there are people that<br />
committed suicide for fear of what would happen even before it<br />
happened. However, as long as one is still alive, there is hope.<br />
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DELIVERED TO DELIVER<br />
The more I related with God and grew in my walk with Him, the<br />
more He continuously placed the call to start a ministry in my<br />
heart. However, it was not easy for me to accept it. I kept<br />
brushing the thoughts away. My pastor at that time had spoken<br />
over my life saying I would serve God, but I did not know how it<br />
would happen. While I felt as though it was sufficient for me to<br />
remain serving under her, she repeated the same message to<br />
me. In all honesty, I did not like it, because I could not bear the<br />
thought of letting go of my job. The battle to keep my job or lose<br />
it to start a ministry like God was asking of me was intense. This<br />
went on for four years until I could not take it any longer. At<br />
about the same time, my pastor got very ill, and slipped into a<br />
coma. Then I got a revelation three times that she was giving me<br />
instructions on what I was to do. In one of the visions, she said<br />
to me, “I am tired. Arise and do the work of God.” I was<br />
wondering where I would start, how I would do it and what new<br />
contribution I would make among the pastors who were already<br />
serving. We talked about it and prayed, and immediately after<br />
that, I felt a burden for the broken-hearted, the poor and the<br />
vulnerable so strong upon me. That is when I surrendered to His<br />
will for me.<br />
I believe that God called me to minister to the poor because I<br />
had been poor myself, to the point of craving food that I could<br />
not get. He called me to the broken-hearted because my heart<br />
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had also been broken a million times. I had received healing and<br />
I had to extend it to other broken-hearted people. As the burden<br />
for these groups of people increased, I was drawn to minister to<br />
them part-time. Before I knew it, I had to resign from my job.<br />
This did not just happen easily. It was a struggle. I thought about<br />
my children because I knew that resigning would mean never<br />
working again. How would I educate them? Who would pay my<br />
bills? I asked myself how I was going to survive without a job and<br />
I found no practical answer. Worse still, I now had no spiritual<br />
parent close by because my pastor had passed away.<br />
While I was still struggling with the voice of God, something<br />
profound happened. A workmate of mine approached me and<br />
said, “Have you ever heard of a cane from God?” I was perplexed,<br />
he went on, “There is something God told you to do long ago;<br />
what are you waiting for? If you want God to strike you, go ahead<br />
and buy time, but if I were you, I would make a decision.” That<br />
woke me up. That man was not even my friend. I had never<br />
shared any detail of my life with him. How could he possibly<br />
know about the issue I had been struggling with the most for<br />
four years? Instead of wondering how I was going to survive<br />
without the job, I now thought very seriously about God’s whip.<br />
I knew it would be painful if I disobeyed. I had to let it go. But<br />
how was I going to explain the call of God to my employers?<br />
They were never going to understand me. Then about the same<br />
time, someone called me with a training opportunity which I<br />
took up with the intention of indefinitely leaving my job. I had<br />
long handed in my resignation, but they had not paid much<br />
attention to it. So when the training opportunity came, it was<br />
the perfect exit route for me. I stopped thinking about the<br />
future. I did not even have one hundred thousand francs on the<br />
account.<br />
While God had His master plan, the human part of me also had<br />
a well-laid out plan that I wanted to execute. I wanted to set up<br />
a business that would sustain my children since there would be<br />
no more monthly salary. I was trying to work things out in my<br />
own strength. With my small savings, I opened a bridal shop<br />
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which picked on very well. I stocked it with expensive fabric and<br />
jewelry that appealed to the taste of the middle-class ladies. I<br />
had hired a sales girl whom I supervised every evening after<br />
work. However, the shop did not last six months. Customers<br />
came and bought stuff from my neighbors to the right and left,<br />
but would not enter my shop, and yet I had the best stock.<br />
With time, I could not pay the rent. I had to close the shop.<br />
However, I did not give up. My next plan was to get a loan and<br />
buy a truck. I convinced myself that it would make money by<br />
ferrying merchandise, and return loaded with food for my<br />
children. I bought the truck, which did trade between Rwanda,<br />
Uganda and Tanzania. I got insurance and all necessary<br />
documents for it and hired one of my relatives to drive it.<br />
After three weeks, he drove to Tanzania and disappeared there.<br />
Almost 20 years later, I have never seen him again. I later learnt<br />
that he dismantled the truck and sold its spare parts. I tried to<br />
confront his sister, who was living with me then, but she totally<br />
denied having had any involvement in the vandalism. I decided<br />
to report the matter to Interpol, but whenever I went there to<br />
follow up the case, I was always told they had not found the<br />
truck or its driver.<br />
That was it for me. In panic, I went and confided in a pastor<br />
friend of mine. He laughed at me and said, “The mistake is yours.<br />
You have been trying God. He told you to arise and serve Him.<br />
He did not ask you to arise with money.” I was dumbfounded.<br />
With that, never again did I try to start a business or find an<br />
alternative source of income. I learnt the hard way that I had to<br />
trust God for providence. I let it go. Everyone looked at me like<br />
I was crazy when I resigned with no major savings. Now, I myself<br />
was utterly baffled at my own life. I wondered why I was going<br />
through all this. I questioned my identity. I could not understand<br />
my life. To date I still wonder what the purpose of all this was.<br />
However, one thing was certain, God was calling me to a life of<br />
humility, obedience and complete trust in Him. With all I had<br />
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seen, I decided to surrender to God before I could lose my<br />
husband, my children or even my own life.<br />
Later in life, I faced some resistance from my husband. In the<br />
beginning he was okay with everything I was doing. However, as<br />
time went by, there was pressure and wrong advice from his<br />
friends. They started asking him questions like, “How can your<br />
wife direct the course of your life?” As a leader, I sacrificed so<br />
much. In everything I did, I constantly remembered that I was a<br />
woman, a wife, a mother and a leader. At the same time, I was<br />
expected to bear the kind of fruit a mature Christian should<br />
bear. Because of my culture and tradition, I often came off as a<br />
controlling wife. I was always misunderstood. However, I was<br />
able to draw the line between leadership and calling. One’s<br />
calling is often irrespective of their gender. I always<br />
distinguished between the physical me who was a wife and a<br />
mother, and the spiritual me who covers and guides others.<br />
However, it was not always easy. There were decisions that I<br />
could not make without consulting with Patrick. What made it<br />
difficult was if we were not in agreement. We just could not<br />
come to a compromise. In such cases, I prayed a lot for God’s<br />
guidance.<br />
By the leading of the Holy Spirit, I started a ministry and named<br />
it, “Nathan Restoration Outreach Ministries”, because my life<br />
was one outstanding testimony of restoration. God had restored<br />
me from nothingness to be his servant, driven by purpose. He<br />
called me to restore the broken-hearted. I had been restored so<br />
I could restore others. I chose the name “Nathan” because it is a<br />
biblical name that I gave to my last born<br />
son. I did not name the ministry after my son, but I had a<br />
revelation from God about the name Nathan. God gave me the<br />
name before I conceived him. I had thought I was not going to<br />
have any more children, and so he came as a blessing. However,<br />
his was not a smooth delivery. He was born at eight months, and<br />
for the first four years of his life he could not speak, sit or walk.<br />
This was quite contrary to what God had told me before I<br />
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delivered him. I searched allover for a medical solution to my<br />
son’s problem. There is no recommended hospital or doctor that<br />
I did not visit. However, wherever I went, I was told that there<br />
was no medical solution. I was to rely on God to heal my son. I<br />
then decided to place it as my prayer request to God. The night<br />
I spent at the prayer mountain, I had a dream after God had<br />
confronted the issues in my heart. In the dream, I saw myself<br />
walking in the corridor of our home. Then my son was running<br />
after me, calling me. Remember, at that time, he could neither<br />
walk nor talk in real life. In the dream, he held my dress, and at<br />
that moment a voice told me that the power of my repentance<br />
was going to make my son well. I took the word, got home and<br />
asked for forgiveness from all that I needed to ask it from.<br />
Only one month after that, I was sitting in my living room while<br />
the children played in another room. Suddenly I heard screams<br />
from the other room. I ran to see what the matter was, and there<br />
he was! My own Nathan was standing on his own. That day<br />
changed everything. Today he is in primary six. So, to me, the<br />
story of his life is a representation of restoration. I feel this book<br />
will reach many audiences, because I believe it is an outreach<br />
tool on forgiveness. Whoever reads it will be convicted to<br />
forgive, and then they will receive true salvation, and that is<br />
when they will enjoy all the benefits of God. If you love Jesus,<br />
you will be hated, just like He was. This life is a journey. The<br />
problems faced in this life seem like eternity to those who do<br />
not have Christ, but to us who have hope in Christ, they are but<br />
a passing phase. We also know that Satan is our biggest enemy<br />
and he is the author of all those troubles. He knows that his days<br />
are numbered, and he wants to take as many as he can with him.<br />
As for us, we are indebted to God in one thing – to love one<br />
another as He loved us. He loved us not because we were good,<br />
and so we too have to love one another unconditionally. It is not<br />
an option; it is a command that the Lord gave us.<br />
If we forgive one another, we can love one another, and then we<br />
will turn this world into a better place. It is not a very easy thing,<br />
but it is possible. My deepest desire is that people may live in<br />
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peace. It is indeed something that I have never seen in my life.<br />
There are no other Doctor of Human hearts other than Jesus<br />
Christ. Living in peace is the sign that our hearts are restored,<br />
and when our hearts are restored, we breathe peace; and<br />
eventually have nothing but peace to give to each other. Then<br />
our country will be healed from hatred and wars. My vision now<br />
is to conduct outreaches as much<br />
as I can and to give people hope. I know what sorrow is. It can<br />
drive one mad and even kill them. My vision is for my country<br />
and the world as a whole, to experience the peace that Jesus has<br />
given to us. It is 25 years since I went through hard times. We<br />
have long gotten over many things. My in-laws and my sister are<br />
still around, but we have decided to put that behind us. My<br />
mother-in-law and I reconciled, and she gave her life to Christ<br />
before she passed on. I forgave my father-in-law, although he<br />
stuck to hating me until his last day on earth. Forgiving all these<br />
people does not necessarily mean that it no longer hurts, which<br />
brings us back to the purpose of the book – to preach<br />
forgiveness and minister healing.<br />
One year after I resigned from my job, I felt the need to start a<br />
discipleship class. Then an idea came to me to start with the<br />
young generation. My initial plan was to set up only a nursery<br />
section, but my husband encouraged me to set up a complete<br />
school. In 2014, Mount Carmel School was started. It is a school<br />
running on a contemporary curriculum, but with a Christian<br />
foundation. God is extremely good to me. He has never left nor<br />
forsaken me. He has done me well. He has kept every promise<br />
He made to me. When you are publicly persecuted, you feel like<br />
you have the right to revenge. You might even get support from<br />
other people who may find your quest for vengeance legitimate.<br />
At the same time, however, the persecutor will do all in his<br />
power to justify his actions and sometimes, 80% of the people<br />
will be convinced that the persecution is well-deserved. It took<br />
me long to understand that human beings are prone to the<br />
harshness and dark times that come with life. Although I was not<br />
a good Christian, I later realized that God did not give the life of<br />
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His Son only for those who believed in Him only, but for all<br />
mankind. It is unfortunate, however, that only a handful<br />
embrace the free gift of salvation.<br />
Outreach is one of the ways we tell other people about God’s<br />
love, grace and mercy through the good news of Jesus. When<br />
one is at war, you expect them to leave the battlefield with<br />
spoils. Likewise, when you are sharing the Gospel, you deliver<br />
people from the hand of Satan and they are converted into new<br />
creatures in Jesus Christ. The victory we walk in is not primarily<br />
ours, because it is Christ who accomplishes everything in us and<br />
gives us strength. When we let Him work through us, He enables<br />
and leads us to victory, even in what we would not have<br />
achieved on our own. Through the bible, we can appreciate the<br />
different ways He used to heal people. In the same way, we are<br />
all created differently. Everybody is unique before God and we<br />
are called for different missions. That is why people have<br />
distinctly different life testimonies. If you do God’s will, nothing<br />
on earth will change His plan for your life. If you trust and obey<br />
Him, you will see miracles happening. The only issue is whether<br />
we are truly ready to obey Him without resistance. God wants<br />
to give each of us a new<br />
Life. However, we have to be ready to let go of our old nature<br />
and forgive ourselves and also those who have hurt us. My<br />
journey has been such a long one and I know that without the<br />
power of the Holy Spirit, I would never have made it. People<br />
spend much time focusing on the wrong things. 1 Corinthians<br />
13:1-2 shows us that the most excellent way is love. Verse five in<br />
particular tells us that love keeps no record of wrongs. When<br />
you have love, you become whole in God’s eyes and He gives you<br />
the ability to see like Him and look for the good in people.<br />
Without the love of Jesus, we will never amount to anything.<br />
Proverbs 10:12 says, “Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers<br />
all wrongs.” Also, 1 Peter 4:8 says, “Above all, love each other<br />
deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins.”<br />
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Forgiveness helps us focus on this kind of love and in the<br />
process, we are free from all bondage. As I got strength to heal<br />
and forgive, Satan could not keep me hostage, hence waging war<br />
on me in anger. But let us be encouraged in the fact that in such<br />
wars, we are not the ones fighting: God is fighting for us. Satan<br />
tried to attack my family and make me believe that I had made<br />
the worst decision. In such a situation, we find ourselves<br />
revolting against God. However, our revolt never makes God<br />
change His plans. Getting angry at God is only an obstacle in our<br />
way and a hindrance to healing because it virtually builds a wall<br />
in our mind that blocks the healing power of the Holy Spirit.<br />
Although God desires to heal our wounds, He will not force us<br />
into doing it. It is by our freewill that we choose to let go of<br />
hatred and accept His love in our hearts. Hatred blocks our<br />
healing and blessing. God wants to save us and has His<br />
appropriate time to act. He does not act according to our<br />
wishes; there is a time for everything in His grand divine plan.<br />
In the same way, there is a time to go through hardships, and a<br />
time for rest and restoration. Let us value what has been freely<br />
given to us because we know we were not promised a world<br />
devoid of problems. However, God promised that He would be<br />
with us through the hard times and deliver us to safety. He is<br />
with us, to the end of the ages. May praise, glory and honor be<br />
unto His name, now and forevermore, amen.<br />
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