We Are Healing the Wounds of Rwanda from 30 Years Ago

Rwanda

Rwanda is one of the smallest countries on the African continent and also the most densely populated. There are about 525 inhabitants per square kilometre! Because of its natural landscape, Rwanda is known as the “land of a thousand hills”, and because of its history, also the “land of a thousand problems”.

Overview:
  • around 14 million inhabitants
  • in 1994, it was the scene of a genocide — in just 100 days, about 1 million people of the Tutsi ethnic group were murdered and 2 million fled the country
  • an agricultural country — about 62% of the working population is employed in farming (coffee, tea, bananas)
In 2024, we organized long-term palliative care for

33

persons in the country
We finance the education of

27

children of employees and deceased patients

12.04.2024

“I was the godmother of a child whose parents became tormentors. Thirty years ago, everyone here lost their humanity,” M. recounts the harrowing scenes. The memories grip her throat, choking and silencing her. Those who weren’t here can hardly imagine the witness accounts as real images—the stench of decomposing bodies, rivers stained with blood, madness in the eyes of the tormentors. Rwandans remember these vividly. They bandage these memories, yet the wounds still bleed.

“You know what I told her? ‘Go back to where you came from. Your parents have blood on their hands.’ I, the godmother,” M. recalls. A tall, upright, strong woman shrinks within herself. “I suffered because of that. I went to church and realized I was no different. You can’t just say that ‘it’s all your fault’. The price of justice cannot be revenge, for that is a vicious cycle and the violence will never end. I returned to my goddaughter’s home. I asked for forgiveness for how I had treated her. I’m friends with that family to this day, though thirty years ago everything divided us.”

I’ve been coming to Rwanda regularly for ten years. I still have more questions than answers. I arrived during the week of “Kwibuka,” which means “We Remember” in Kinyarwanda. Exactly thirty years ago, hell opened up here, in the heart of Africa.

The country bursts with greenery all year round. Everything blooms wildly. It buds, sprouts, and rises. Nature manifests life, yet we talk about death.

“They slashed with machetes, hacked people, and poured salt into the wounds… My father died that way in May. You won’t understand it. It doesn’t help. No one wants to understand. Those who survived need a cup of tea, peace. Assurance that it will never happen again, that life does not have to end in pain and tears. One can remember either in order to never forgive, or to transform that memory into an effort to prevent anything similar from ever happening again.”

Urgent help for seniors

Let’s save Laudy and Jean from homelessness

Their entire life savings have been wiped out by the economic crisis. They haven’t been able to pay rent for nine months. If the landlord loses patience, they’ll end up on the street - with nowhere to turn. We don’t want them counting down the days until eviction!

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5,679 EUR
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