“(…) My parents lived near here. They had seven children. Everyone was killed, I am the only survivor. As I was alone, I didn’t get the chance to finish my studies. We live with the killers as we have no choice. Of course it’s better to forgive, but only those that ask for forgiveness once they have confessed to everything they did and why they did it. Then you can forgive, as forgiveness is necessary in life. But when you are unlucky enough to live with them again, and they haven’t told the whole truth, there is still something hidden, especially when it is where the bodies of our loved ones are so we can bury them, then I say that it is like a rocky road that you must learn to endure. We say hello to them, some reply willingly, others pretend that everything is ok. We try and live together. Some of them frighten us because, deep down, they haven’t changed. Even if they can’t do anything to us at the moment, the way they talk shows us that they’re still the same. Those ones scare us. On the other hand, young people born afterwards are humans like any others (…)”
Uwababyeyi Odette, grower