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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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