Guests

December 3, 2008

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GUESTS

The word Guest has as the definition: A person who is invited to visit one’s house or is being entertained at one’s expense.

There are two classes of Guest:

-Guest G.

-Guest S.

Who are these two classes of Guest?

Guest G: is always defined as goodhearted person, with much concern, love and compassion towards his or her host, this class of Guest does have good intentions for his or her host, no hatred, no suspicions; he or her will feel free during all his or her stay. This class of Guest does not mind about the means of preparations, the good seat, the state and equipment of the house, etc.

This class of guest, at the end is going to appreciate everything for his or her host and encourage.

Guest S: is always defined as a spy for the house, this class of Guest is also characterized by his or her pretender manners of refusal of offerings, poor smiling face; after his or her mission of satisfying his or her bad envies, is going to leave before time, in fear of being questioned about his or her bad attitudes, no word of appreciation of anything, because his or her mind is rusted by jealousy, wickedness, and hatred.

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Foreigner!

December 3, 2008

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WHEN, YOU ARE A FOREIGNER!

My sister, my brother, and you my friend,

Everybody in the world has a family,

Everybody in the world belongs to one tribe, ethnic and race of people,

Everybody has a place called home,

Where, right and worth are guaranteed,

Surprisingly,

By many different reasons,

You find yourself somewhere else,

No longer with your family members,

No longer at home,

No right at all and worthless,

Now, you are a Refugee!

Yes, very hard to adopt,

Very hard to believe,

Very hard to understand,

Simply because things will never be the same as before,

You will become homeless,

You will become wretched,

People will hate you and minimize you,

Any thing happens you will be the course,

You will become talking point and utterly pointless,

When you are a foreigner, I mean a Refugee,

Do not expect any favour from anybody,

My sister, my brother, and you my friend,

Listen to me carefully; Keep what I mean honestly,

They will help coping with this glitch world,

Now, you are a refugee,

Keep your mouth quiet,

Do not mind other people businesses,

Listen to few things and say few,

Look few and do not be curious,

Love all, but do not trust one,

Try to be honest and help who is in need,

Pray to God for your daily bread and next day,

Yes, I know,

You are a very great intellectual,

You had a big livestock,

You had too much money and cars,

You had been a big man,

You received whom you wanted,

And you were not in to whom you didn’t want,

But now, you find better death than life,

You have known misery,

You live with suffering and grievance,

Now you are waiting your own day to come,

Sorry, rest in peace, if only you can,

When, you are a foreigner, I mean a refugee,

Your days become shorter,

Because of many worries,

Kindly, accept my condolences.

I remember!

December 3, 2008

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I Remember!

To remember, if was not,

So that, I can forget what makes me to grieve.

I remember my sweet childhood,

I remember my large and wealthy family,

I remember delicious food,

I remember moving in the car,

I remember bathing hot water,

I remember be escorted everywhere,

I remember luxury things,

I remember traveling,

I remember the beginning of bad times,

I remember the noise of guns and grenades,

I remember people shouting,

I remember people looting,

I remember houses burning,

I remember houses scattered and destroyed,

I remember people crying,

I remember many dead bodies,

I remember mass graves,

I remember going many miles,

I remember falling down on the way,

I remember sleeping on the hills,

I remember hiding in the bushes,

I remember eating grass and row food,

I remember the bad sent of the dead bodies,

I remember the skeletons over the hills,

I remember the dogging-up of the dead bodies,

I remember the re-burial of the dead bodies,

I remember the last kiss of my father,

I remember last caress of my mother,

I remember the last word of my father accompanied with light slap on my Jaw,

“Go my son, I have enjoyed, I have seen everything, go, be strong and be a man”,

I remember going and crying,

I remember be pursued by the murders,

I remember claiming the properties of my father,

I remember going in to exile,

I remember becoming wretched,

I remember I am homeless and hopeless,

I remember I am aching,

I remember I am shaking,

I remember I am breaking,

I remember, I remember and I remember!

I am eating, I am laughing and I am loving myself,

Now, I walk, I work, I sleep, I dance and I am dead.

Thriller

December 3, 2008

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THRILLER

Crime story

April 1994, I thought it was the end that they had been saying; I was 16 years old, when I had bad images, noise of guns, people shouting and crying, it was really a traumatically time, after losing my parents, my brothers, so many relatives and all kind of sufferings; Yes, it was the beginning of the bad times; my thrilling story was when I wanted to put the end-point to my life; finding myself back to school after few months of dirge, I thought exceedingly drinking and smoking could help me forget all what I passed through; but not! Decision taken, one night I decided to dangle myself, while others are sound asleep inside school’s dormitory, I got-up, prepared my rope, left towards the drying-room, accomplished my mission, only few seconds later on, I fell down, coughing, tears on my jaws, my voice gone; confused, I saw my good friend (Rwamo Olivier) by me trying to loosen my rope on my neck “Ntirenganya” he called! I begged him to never tell anybody, although he did; now I am still alive, but I will never forget that day!

Bracelets’ scars

December 3, 2008

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BRACELETS’ SCARS

If to remember was not, so that I should forget all that past, that disappeared with all it’s eulogizes; It rains, run-off takes place, but the soil does remain the same? No! Just the same phenomena; I lived so many days, which left with me so many scars, and I still have so many to live hoping a great change, otherwise, worthless going ahead with this glitch world; I am not longer the very person used to be known, not longer in the first seats in the midst of the principled, not longer on the move with time of new fashion, not longer eating together with the lords, not longer moving in the car, don’t mind I am coming-back from faraway, I reached the ends of this world, I saw the death with my own eyes, all to me, means nothing and passageway, nowadays I became one of the smalls, my scarcity fixed it’s own chair in my dwelling, thus I am free of jealousy people, if it was this kind of world I was eager to know, where to live only in sorrows, and remembering the bracelets’ scars, the merely thing in this aged world if it was possible is to live each day as yesterday without pinching the bracelets’ scars.

The reason why I left my country!

December 3, 2008

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THE REASON, WHY I LEFT MY COUNTRY!

#. It is like, isn’t my place!

Before I left, up to now I am confused, I regret to be called Rwandan, because every one disappoints me. /Tutsis, Hutus/, My parents were different tribes.

*The first massacres, I loss almost everybody on my mother’s side; many times we were tempted to be killed during that massacres because only our mother was a Tutsi and they were killing Tutsi that time, also because many of our cousins were hidden in our house.

*The second massacres, I loss so many on my father’s side including my parents and my two brothers.

Note1: First massacres, the former Government of Hutu, the Hutus were killing Tutsis.

Second massacres, the present Government of Tutsis, the Tutsis killed Hutus as vengeance; Up to now, Hutus are still howling injustice up on them.

Note2: The main reason why I left my country is the murders of my parents! Since my mother was a Tutsi, my father a Hutu, the Tutsi killing Hutus wanted to kill my father, they got them (my parents), they asked my mother to leave, she denials by saying <he saved my life and life of my relatives, how then can I leave him? If is to die, let me die with him! >. They killed all of them!

Since I know them, of course are my cousins! And they know that I have had their recitation of good deeds! I could not continue to live in their presence; I was living with much fear, always transferring here and there, because they were always behind me, so I decided to flee!

Pourqoi j’ai fui mon pays?

December 3, 2008


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POURQUOI J’AI FUI MON PAYS!

C’est souvent une question assez dure pour moi de repondre, par ce que je n’ai pas fui ce que les autres disent souvent, donc le nouveau pouvoir de Kigali. Pour moi c’est une Histoire très triste! Je ne veux jamais vivre avec les menchants!

Un Détail de ma longue Histoire

Je dis bien, un détail! Qui était aisée ma famille, de dix enfants avec un père Hutu et une mèreTutsi, Je ne savais même pas la différence entre les deux, donc Hutu et Tutsi!

Pendant les premiers massacres, biensûr pour les tutsi, les Hutu ont Presque ravagé la famille de ma mère, bizarre!

Un tout petit temps après, Les tambours changeant les batons, maintenant c’est le temps de Tutsi de se revenger! Les Tutsi ont tué un bon nombre de la famille de mon père, y compris mes deux grand-frères, terrible! Ce qui est pire dans tout, c’est la mort de mes chers parents; Les nieces de ma mère, je dis bien ses propres nieces, les survivants de premiers massacres, Les voila mes Parents qui les trouvent sur une barrière de route, ils demanderent a ma mère de continuer d’aller se reposer! Quel pitie de Loups? Ils voulaient rester avec mon père epuis le tuer; Voila ma mère qui avait les présentiment, qui refusa de partir sans lui. Ils les tuerent tous les deux! Que leurs âmes se reposent dans la paix.

Avant de quiter mon pays je faisais le métier d’enseignant; Quand Je pensais a ma mère je favorisais les Tutsi, et quand je pensais a mon père je favorisais les Hutu, c’était pas du tout facile, c’était une forte guerre dans mon Coeur. Maintenant je déteste tout le monde, je ne veux même pas voir un Rwandais; Je prefere vivre avec les étrangers, qui me détestent aussi! Je trouve bon de mourir de faim, de dormir sur les bords des routes, de marcher corps nu au lieu de vivre avec les Menchants,Que Dieu les pardonne!

Ecoutez, tout le monde a essayé de proteger son côté et cacher la verité, je pense que toute la verité sera dite grace aux Hutsi, donc les métisses des Hutu et Tutsi.

Be grateful as my mother!

December 3, 2008

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Be grateful as my mother!

I was born in family of ten. I used to hear words Tutsi and Hutu and I never knew the difference between the both, while in primary school, when my teacher asked the fingers of Tutsi up, I raised mine, the fingers of Hutu up, I raised mine! The teacher beat me and asked me to go and ask my parents which ethnic group I belong to, because I can not be the both at once, while reach the house I was afraid to ask, the next time I was not putting up my finger in any, also I was beaten!

Finally, during the civil war (Genocide), I realized some thing, I was small as 16 years old, when I was hearing people shouting, the noise of guns, when I learned that my uncles, my aunts on my mother’s side have been killed, and their houses have been destroyed! One morning (I will never forget) I was with my mother in her room praying, we heard people shouting around our house <we are coming to take your wife and her snakes>! My mother held my hand that I should not go outside, through the window I saw my Father giving the money to them, and they went back. I asked my mother, Why all this? She answered me crying <I am Tutsi and your Father is Hutu and those cousins you see hidden in ceiling are Tutsi>. Some thing came in my mind that they were only killing the Tutsi. I began crying.

After few months, the drums changed the sticks! Now was the time for the Tutsi to kill the Hutu! (Revenge); which kind of game is this? One day, some my cousins Tutsi who survived, held my Father and my Mother, and asked my Mother to leave! Of course she was their Aunt; do you know why? They wanted to stay and kill my Father who was Hutu, my Mother denied to leave and she told them <do to me as you do to him>! And they killed all of them! May their souls rest in peace! I am waiting the day of resurrection to come; I will thank my mother how good she was! Up to now I am confused; I do not know my side! The first massacres wiped away my mother’s side, the second took away many of my brothers and a big number of my Father’s side. Oh, Let God be our only Judge.

Justice in Rwanda!

December 3, 2008


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JUSTICE IN RWANDA!

Too many people are fighting for peace, stability, the same as sovereignty of their countries, the world over, but no one is fighting for Justice! What a shame! That was manifested in Rwanda, a country of thousand hills and thousand problems, as it called!

That country of three ethnic groups: Tutsis, Hutus, and Twas. Country of so many scars, wounded hearts, much hatred, and grievance, till the end of times! There, people suffer from loneliness, not root, not shelter, nor fire! After that horrible and unforgettable genocide in 1994, which left none behind untouched, people are still talking of reconciliation, which seem to be a big dream to so many! They had tried their best to improve in many ways; The International Community had done what is necessary in many sectors, for example, by putting in place the International Tribunal Penal for Rwanda based in Arusha Tanzania, etc. But, there, people need one more important thing; there is never a true reconciliation without a true forgiveness! All the time, the Tutsis shall continue to admit that they were killed and no one else, up to a million, by ex- FAR, and Interahamwe militias, forgetting what is sure, the number of Hutus killed as retaliation, when, still and after taking power, till the destruction of refugees’ camps in Kibeho-Gikongoro-Rwanda, and those in Eastern of Democratic republic of Congo, more than seven hundred thousands were exterminated, by soldiers of RPF; then, who can stand and tell the peoples (world) that, there is Justice in Rwanda, when only ex- Government personnel are penalized! What a shame on Rwanda and International Community!?

I am saying all this because I was hated, discriminated and disappointed by everyone, when Hutus wiped away all my mother’s family and Tutsis killed a big number in my father’s family /…

Where is the place?

December 3, 2008


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Where is the place?

Where is the place dear friends?

The place without wicked people, without violence

The place without rumors, without jealousy

I hear you travel the whole world

Describe the place let’s go

The place with equal people

The place without the rich who hate the poor

The place without crooks, without lies

The place only of good

Describe the place let’s go

The place where animals respect people

The place with fresh and young trees

The place with nice flowers

The place with gentle sun and gentle wind

Please, I want to know

Describe the place dear friends

The place with one language

The place without xenophobia

The place without corruption and favoritism

Where is the place dear friends?

Describe the place let’s go

The place with peace and unity

The place people bask the sun together

The place with good people only

Where is the place I ask?

Describe the place let’s go

I hear you travel to America

I hear you travel to Asia

I hear you travel to Europe often

I hear you even travel to Australia

Africa is good we can see

But are these places good enough?

Where is the place dear friends?

Describe the place let me go

Where is the beautiful country?

Where the creator owns

The place with true love

I hear you travel the whole world

Describe the place let’s go

Hope you’re not confused my dear friend

If you don’t know the place

If it could be my place

I could cultivate love

I could introduce tolerance

I could apply acceptance

Jalousie and gossips is bad

Injustice and favoritism is bad

Insinuating others is bad

Hatred is bad

Vengeance is bad

Racism is bad

Xenophobia is bad

Proud is bad

Arrogance is bad

Loving one another is good

Caring for one another is good

Tolerance is good

Acceptance of one another is good

We could make our place paradise

Arnaud Ntirenganya Emmanuel