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