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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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