Icyahinda 31
Clouds devoured the moon My gaze on my impending doom Complete despair, and helplessness were my blanket in that month. They extinguished my people's souls with avarice in their eyes Fueled by mere greed I saw rivers of blood flow Apparently Tutsi flesh had a unique taste to it Infants were breastfeeding on their mother's cut off breasts Fathers, family protectors were made to watch their families killed I witnessed it all, they are scars forever imprinted to memory Till this day, my skin feels like it's peeling off comes April. My tongue turns numb. Ndi Ngango wa Udahemuka wa Nyiringango wa Habimana wa Maruhuke wa Sebuzana wa Rutaba wa Ndagano wa Ntera wa Gatenderi Ndi intore, umusinga w'inzu ya Gatenderi, Ndi Ingabo ya Nyiringango Icumu rya Udahemuka Ninde wampiga, ko mbahiga bose? Izina ryanyu ntirizazima mpari
