greatest day so far

i had such a fabulous day today at the orphanage. one of the new volunteers, Patty, brought 5 burned hip hop cds for me to give to the boys. and they were so over the top excited. i gave them to the minister of sports and parties (explain this some other time) at lunch time and could hardly wait til the end of the day to play them. finally at 4pm the boys were able to break out the cd player and we listened and danced for 2 hours. the boys danced more than i did. i think for the next 2 weeks i will be staying late to hang out and dance with them. i took pics and video and because i am a total moron i accidentally deleted the videos. i am upset and will no longer press delete on anything any more.

on saturday we went to the butare area to see the memorial with the preserved bodies. i am having trouble with understanding my feelings and what i think of the experience. the 2 hour ride to get there was so beautiful that it is hard to accept that the outcome would be so horrific. the motorbike ride on the dirt road leading to memorial was especially beautiful. and for the few minutes it took to get there i almost forgot the purpose. as you ride up to the memorial it is the only thing at the end of the road and it just appears. the new building built in front of the old buildings is so huge that it almost feels intimidating to continue forward. coming here i thought that would be the most educational and the most informative memorial but i was wrong. i knew all the memorials would be disturbing and hard to see but this one was difficult on very different levels than the others. i guess i expected the bodies to be more real. i am not sure how to explain it but i thought the bodies would make me weak, scared, sad...but it was the smell of the lye. although there is nothing to equate the smell of lye to death. when that first door was opened and the smell of lye hit my nose my stomach dropped and my eyes teared up and i felt sick because of the smell and not the sight. we were allowed to take pictures but it was such a horrible guilty sick feeling to take pictures. i did but stopped because the guilt and confusion i was feeling was too much. i took pictures of the scenery of the hills and the outside of the buildings instead. i have decided not to post the pics of the bodies because it feels so wrong to do so...i understand that they have created this memorial to educate and to remember but at the same time it is so difficult to understand. looking at the bodies i saw the carcass as a person. children with their clothes still on their bodies. facial expressions of pain, fingers and toes in various positions where you could almost feel the pain. mothers with their child still attached to them. an entire rooms just of dead children. some still had their hair. and to think that i felt sick from the smell of lye and to only imagine what the survivors went through to move the 5000 bodies from the mass grave. the smell the sight the confusion and the pain. what hit me most about the memorial was they preserved the mass grave. they left it as it was when they dug the bodies out. thousands of dead bodies dumped into an enormous hole. a hole which was dug by hand and it was the size of a bus...

more later

big day

we had a big day today and i am so tired. we got up early to head to butare to visit the memorial near there. it was a 2 hour bus ride and the view was absolutely amazing. rwanda is gorgeous!!! i am not ready to talk about what i saw today at the memorial. i don't think it has sunken in. i do know i feel sad and ashamed because of my morbid curiousity. i know they have created these memorials in the hopes to educate and remember but to hear the stories straight from a survivor and to see the skeletons and preserved bodies of so many people... it is overwhelming.

yesterday was a much more fun day...i tried to teach the boys how to play baseball. i really thought it would be easy to teach them but oh my it wasn't. i had to make the bases out of cardboard box sides. i tried to demonstrate how to pitch and how to hit and they got that part. but when it came to running the bases and the outs...it went a bit crazy. there were boys running past each other and runners catching their team mates hits and outfielders standing in the running lines of the bases...i am going to try again on monday. it was pretty hot yesterday probably the hottest day so far. but we had a huge angry rainstorm last night it was wonderful! and the temperature dropped and it is so comfortable outside. it is weird to have rain now since it is their dry season but i think most welcome the rain here.
i also tried to teach one of the classes old macdonald and it was hilarious. one because i can not sing and two the kids didn't get the melody or any of it. but we laughed for almost the entire class and they kept trying so hard even though i was not making it understandable to them.

tonight we are going out for drinks after dinner to the neighbor hotel. after today i am pretty excited to have a drink or two. and i realized my 20 year reunion was last night....i hope it went well and i can't wait to see everyone's pics and hear the stories. i have really lost track of time here.

kenya airlines is on strike so one of the new volunteers is stuck at the nairobi airport. and another new volunteer finally made it in last night but her luggage did not. karen is suppose to leave tonight but there are no kenya airline planes flying to or from kigali until we don't know when.

on the way home from butare today there was a little boy on the bus. when we stopped i gave him a pack of stickers and he was soooo happy. the children here are so beautiful and i love it! i don't think he knew what they were or what to do with them but he seemed to think it was so great that some weird looking stranger gave him something. i still am having trouble comprehending how appreciative rwandans are about everything. it is really amazing.

2nd week

the week has been good. i forget what i have done because the days are so busy. last night my boys had a going away party for abby. they danced and sang (sort of) and it was really fun. during the day the orphanage had visitors from the netherlands and the boys did a traditional dance and drumming...it was really cool! i was so excited i got to see it. they then played football (soccer) with the visitors and of course my boys won. today i gave my boys the shoes and some of the other donations and they were really happy about it all. the rest of the donations will be split between some other organizations that really need it. i met another survivor this week. and it has become difficult for me to share the stories on the blog because i consider the people i am meeting here friends. the short story of his is her lost his entire family in the genocide. he was around 8 years old. he has done so well with himself and is so caring to others that i feel blessed to know him. plus his laugh makes me crack up. i love hearing him laugh.
tonight is abby's last night so we will be going to salsa tonight( yes salsa dancing in rwanda). we will be getting new volunteers over the weekend so stephanie and i are now the resident experts on rwanda.
i had a rough day with my boys today... i ended up kicking some out of class because they were just too rowdy. i think they are comfortable with me now so they feel more comfortable testing the limits.
oh and tomorrow i will teach them how to play baseball. i gave them the ball and bat today and they had no idea what to do. i had to show them that you hit the ball with the bat. i am pretty excited to play tomorrow. it should be hilarious with me trying to explain it to them.

yesterday i took over 200 pic of the boys and i showed most of them the pics today. they get so crazy excited at seeing pics of themselves. next week i will give the boys my little camera for the week and let them take pics. should be interesting what they come up with.

last night watching the boys dance and organize a going away party..i get so emotional and feel so happy for them. they love having visitors and really love anyone that comes into their center. they amaze me everyday because they have such positive and loving attitudes. the conditions they live in are better than on the street but they aren't standards any one of us would consider acceptable. but the boys do great. today i hung out by one of the doorways and just watched the boys for about 10 minutes and i can't get over how they work together so well. they do what they need to and just get it done without complaining. i have not heard one boy complain ever.

it still warms my heart to see how affectionate people are here. i am loving holding hands and being hugged by the boys. the little ones will sit on my lap and the others will lean on me or hold my hand or my arm-i love it. and i love how they do the same to each other. i really feel that they have accepted me as one of them. and i really think of them as my kids. i have been trading emails with quite a few of them already and am really looking forward to staying in touch.

i am hoping to update again on sunday...about the new volunteers, saturday steph and i are going to the national museum and to the biggest memorial, how baseball went, and pizza night sunday :) every sunday night we are on our own for dinner...so we are going to take the newbies to the italian restaurant with the great pizza and beautiful view of kigali!
...and i hope to remember to tell you all about my favorite girl i have met here.

so many things to talk about

on saturday 3 of us went to akagara park for safari. we left at am and our driver was fast to say the least. we were all surprised to see so many people already walking on the side of the roads. they carried water jugs, food, babies so many different items. it was scary because the roads are quite narrow and it is difficult to see anything or anyone unless they are right there beside or infront of you. i guess then it is a good thing that most people like to drive in the middle of the road instead of in a lane. they also like to pass when on coming cars are approaching. there have been quite a few times we thought we may crash. driving is definitely different here.



on friday i got lost and it took me 3 hours to get to the orphange. it started by getting on the wrong bus. i ended up on the bus to kanobe instead of kabuga. there were 2 men that spoke a little bit of english and told me to get off at their stop and they would get me a motorbike taxi to get me to drop 15. they negotiated and found a driver that said he knew where to take me (out of about 50 drivers all yelling at us to be the driver). i got on the bike and away we went...we ended up in kabuga which is not where i wanted to be...drop 15 is about 5 miles away from kabuga. once we got into town the motorbike got a flat tire. we then changed to bicycle taxi and he started biking up this dirt road hill. we got to the top and he started to ask directions and found a guy that spoke english and the guy told him he was in the wrong place. so the driver left me there with the english speaking man in a huge empty lot next to a church. we waited and waited for the driver to return. he finally did and he then took me to the orphanage on a new bike. he then said he wanted 4000 rwandan francs for the ride and i only had about 600 francs with me. i went to get the director and she helped negotiate the price down since the driver was the one that got lost...after a good 30 mintues of arguing and the boys coming out to laugh at me for getting on the wrong bus i gave him 3000 and he left. the boys continued to giggle at me throughout the day and it was quite funny after the fact.



i continue to love my assignment here. although yesterday i was quite sad. i had misunderstood that the secondary boys go away for school. school started yesterday for them and the secondary boys left on sunday. i did not get to say goodbye. i am quite crushed because i had been getting close to some of the secondary boys and now i will not see them again. but the primary boys are here and they go to school for half days m-f. so i only teach for half a day now. the boys told me yesterday how much they like chocolate and how excited they were because they got to eat meat yesterday. i think they had rabbit. i told them i would see what i could do to get everyone a piece of chocolate or a lollipop.

i reminded the boys how to high 5 and that is now their new goodbye with me. although they still shake my hand after it. i am also teaching them to answer something than "i am fine" when i ask them how they are. and they are quite happy about it.

the boys continue to ask me how old i am and if i am married and if i have kids. it is the culture here to marry early and have kids so for them it is quite weird to know i have done neither. i tell them i do not have kids because they are all my kids. and they seem to love that answer so they will have each other ask me at different times why i don't have kids so they can hear me say that they are my kids and they all smile so big and giggle.



oh on sunday night is our eat out night...we went to flamingos the local chinese restaurant and talk about amazing!!! it was sooo good!

this sunday i think we are trying the ethiopian restaurant.



saturday stephanie and i will be traveling to butare. the national museum is there and the memorial which has preserved bodies from the genocide.



on sunday during the day one of the students of a previous volunteer came by to see abby. abby was out but the girl hung out for awhile. we fed her and she seemed to have had a good time. after she left we realized it was the girl abby had told us about. her mother died of aids, she is living on her taking care of herself and she also has hiv. i wish i had done more and talked with her more while she was here. she is such a sweet girl and it is so sad to learn of her circumstances. i hope she comes back to visit again one of these weekends.


i am learning why rwandans are so special. they are more accepting than others because they don't live by time tables. they are so incredibly flexible in all they do that i am learning how it truly makes them better people. it is difficult for me to understand the whole african time thing that things happen and people are late and things will get done when they get done but i am realizing that because of that life is more noticeable. i look people in the eye and say muraho to eveyrone i pass, i have noticed how beautiful rwandan people are, how they smile when i speak to them in kinyarwandan. slowing down is a good thing. to go back to us will be difficult ot get caught up in the hustle.

the safari in akagara located in the north east portion of the country was so fun. frist the countryside is so beautiful! it was the africa i imagined in my head. we saw eagles, impalas, antelope, zebras, giraffes, warthogs, lots of birds, crocodile, buffalo and my favorite the hippos! the countryside with in the park was also absolutely breathtaking. i really widh i could post pics so you all could see what i am talking about.

First official week...

Things are going quite well. I really am liking it here. I don’t remember what I have blogged about. My assignment was changed to work at an all boys orphanage. The boys range from 6-20. they are kids that were previously living on the street. The boys are amazing. They are all so eager to learn English. They are respectful and so kind. I feel accepted and loved already by them. I have bonded with a few very quickly and am getting closer to many more of them. The boys like to sit next to me and hold my hand and lean on my shoulders. They so much want to be loved and given attention. I love how they have made each other their family. They eagerly do chores and clean and help each other. The conditions they live in are hard to accept. They have twin bed bunk beds and they sleep 2 to a mattress on a twin bed. Their restroom conditions are 6 holes in the ground and not sanitary by any means. They wash their own clothes by hand. Most have slipper shoes that are falling apart. They eat the same meals everyday. Porridge in the mornings and maize and gravy. They don’t complain about a thing. They are overjoyed to simply have each other. They love football (soccer). There are so many things they have never been exposed to. I am going to show them a picture of a shark this week. A picture of a salamander too….and some others. These boys are so deserving and some have such ambition and will be very successful. I hope to hear from all of them in the future.

The movie hotel Rwanda is very controversial here. Most do not believe any people were housed and saved in the hotel. Most believe the manager did not do anything to help any of the residents of Rwanda. Some feel it is odd that the hotel manager (sorry his name has escaped me at the moment) will not come back to Rwanda and face the truth that the story is not true. Personally, I am thinking that if no one is alive or coming forth to back his story than yes I tend not to believe. Which is very disappointing considering it is such a good movie and a beautiful heroic story. What the movie does do is show how the Rwandans are wonderful people. They have come so far in 15 years. I really cannot imagine what it could have been like here. I have seen quite a few pictures of how the roads and ditches were filled and covered with dead bodies. To see the place in person now is scary. To stand in a place where so many people were murdered is most bizarre. I am not one who believes in ghosts but being here I have definitely learned to believe in spirits. There is a spirit here in Rwanda. It is strong and loving but there is so much sadness here too.

I have been told more first hand stories of the genocide. It is indescribable to hear what happened to people here. I know some of the boys at the orphanage are victims of the genocide. And to think these children and all these people have to live with those horrors in their minds for the rest of their lives is horrible. I want to be able to understand and support them but it is truly difficult to have any idea of what to say. All I can do is reach out and hug them or hold their hand and let them know I am on their side. Downtown on the streets and by the bus stations there are quite a few victims. Arms and legs have been cut off. Visibly brutal scars, permanent dents and holes in peoples head.

Transportation is crazy here. Most Americans would never and I mean never be able to handle it. Everything is called a taxi…there are bus taxis, taxi taxis, motor bike taxis, and bicycle taxis. The bus taxis are basically a large van with 4 rows of bench seats and then this special seat that folds down to sit someone in the aisle. The buses do not leave until the bus is full. There are no time schedules here. But the buses fit about 3-5 more people on the bus than should fit. We sit squished together to a total sweaty stranger and when you enter and exit you may rub up against any type of body part and no one cares. They simply don’t waste space here. It is so hot in the bus I feel like I am going to die in the afternoons when I come home from work. And it took about a day for me to get use to squishing and I mean squishing against a total stranger. Yes, there is a lot of body odor here. But it is not offensive here. I am not sure why but it just is almost expected when you are next to someone. I don’t doubt that by the middle of the day I smell too. It is quite hot here and I sweat so badly. In the shade here it is beautiful it is mostly in the direct sun is almost miserable.

I feel so behind in blogging. I have a lot more stories and random info to give but the internet is so slow here it is difficult for me to stay on more than an hour. Next time I will tell you about how I got lost for 3 hours and I was trying to not have to get a phone here and now am convinced I should have one and got one today. I would also like to share the going away party the orphanage had for Bali this week. Amazing! And tomorrow 3 of us are going on a safari to akagara national park so I am sure I will have some great updates for you.

Monday 3rd

i am struggling for words again. we went to the main kigali memorial today, and i am still trying to absorb what i saw. we have found information that twice a week at the memorial they have survivors come to speak and tell their story. i believe all of us have decided to go. as a compassionate human being how can any of us here not go.
i am not quite ready to write about todays museum so i will write about a past experience...

customs in rwanda are different. the culture here is in some ways what i feel the world should be. rwanda is a beautiful example of what love can do.
one of the customs i absolutely love here is rwandans love to show love. holding hands is very common here and same sexes holding hands is no big deal. in fact, there are lots and lots of "straight" men that hold hands and are not afraid to show their friendship. life here is about relationships. rwandans always stop to say hello to everyone. shaking hands and hugging are extremely important upon arrival and departing. there are several different hand shakes which i am still trying to figure out all the meanings. but when you hear rwandans are friendly and welcoming there is no other place i have ever been that made me feel so welcomed. i walk down the street and everyone will say hi or strike up a conversation. if someone you know holds your hand it is the biggest sign of respect and love to be shown.
i wish other countries would take example that holding hands, hugging, letting others know they are loved are wonderful things. men, women, whomever should be able to walk down a sidewalk and not be bothered by insults.
just to be clear, rwandans do not agree with sexual type communications and touching in public. what i am trying to explain here is that rwandans are so full of love and respect for one another that they welcome the ability to show it. unlike, some countries at this time where someone can sue someone else for touching them or whatever...it is sickening for some life has come to the loss of showing affection.
to explain a rwandan handshake is amazing. the enthusiasm and pure respect each of them show when shaking hands and/or greeting people is unbelievable. each one of them truly makes me feel like i am a part of their families. it is difficult to explain but the emotion is shown through their body language, their faces and your heart literally swells because they make each of us and themselves feel so special. i wish we could all be so wonderful.

i start my job tomorrow. i will be teaching english to "street boy" orphans. i forget the age range but these are boys that are orphans and live on the street. they come in at their own will and want to learn. i am excited to meet each one of them and i have so many ideas i would like to discuss with my supervisor. and i also need to work on my kinyarwandan. i am getting words mixed up but i am improving a bit everyday.
stephanie (my roommate) and i have planned out all our weekends while we are here. we will be traveling every weekend to different parts of rwanda. we have also planned 0ut a few nights here so far and hope to continue.

i can't remember if i told you all previously about last nights supper. we ate at an italian restaurant that is just down the street from the house. the view was absolutely amazing with all the city lights. we had a couple liters of house wine and pizzas. yes pizza in rwanda. and it was one of the best pizzas i have ever had...all the volunteers plus one friend rachel all went. it was really a great time.

oh and pictures...there are so many wonderful pictures i can imagine in my head but taking pictures here is very sensitive. we must always ask if we can take a picture of someone or at any building. so when in public or in the public market or on the street it is taboo to take pics. so those of you that know me and my picture addiction know that i am really having issues with the picture rules but i do understand that the people of rwanda are worried of terrorism or wars starting again. and to be in another country it is of the utmost importance to show respect for the people and their customs. i am getting pictures but i will need to improve on my blogging so you all are able to visualize some of the places i talk about.
i really can't believe i have only been here for 4 days. i feel so at home here and really have since about saturday.

no title...

Muraho! I have a few housekeeping details before I start.
I will not be posting any pics while I am here. The internet is just way too slow. I should be able to post every other day.
They are making me get a local cell phone, so if there are any emergencies I will be reached.
THIS IS A GRAPHIC BLOG…WARNING WARNING WARNING

I have been here 2 full days and it is absolutely wonderful. The house is wonderful the people are so welcoming and the
Other volunteers are so helpful and nice. We have done quite a lot in the last 2 days and I am not sure where to begin.
The room is not nearly as rugged as I had imagined. But the water is as cold as I thought it would be. But it gets warm in the afternoons so most of us have taken to showering during the heat of the day. I am noticing lots of differences between
Rwanda and US. And Rwanda is full of positives. And as I sit here I am going to save those for a different day. I have done so much in the last 2 days and there are so many stories. This story I wanted to share now because it is so heavy on my mind. Eventually I will get to the other experiences in the last 2 days so the blog updates may be a bit out of order. But it is more about the experience than the when.

I really want to talk about what we did yesterday. It was an amazing day. We went to the Nyamata and Ntarama memorials.
If you are not familiar with the stories of these 2 places I suggest you read up on the stories. I will try to post something
a different day. We started in Nyamata and I was ill prepared. As we arrived we met a young man 24 years old. He is dressed
in nice jeans and a sort of button down hip hoppy shirt. His English is clear but he is soft spoken. As you enter the church you see
clothes piles and piles of dirty old clothes. You see an altar in the front surrounded by clothes. Looking to the right are more
clothes. Thousands of articles of clothes. The church has a tin roof and high ceilings.. The walls are made of brick and the
pews are basically cement blocks with a piece of wood on top. The only light comes from doors and windows and the tiny
rays through the holes of the roof.
Charles our 24 year old guide stops us just in the doorway and starts to tell us the story of what happened where we stood.
He tells us as the killers approach the church they are singing “cockroach must die”.
The church had upward of 10,000 people in it. Each one thought in the house of God they would be safe. But the killers believed Mary has a long face so she must be Tutsi and everyone must die. They threw grenades into the church and no gunshots yet. They broke down the door and used machetes on the people in front. They lined up 6 people to make examples out of them. Cutting off ones arms and using them to hit another. Cutting off one head and rolling it into the church of people. They a smart man to a cement column and used a sledge hammer to pound his chest and head. Some offered to by bullets to be shot to save themselves from being killed by machete or grenade. Charles told us these stories very quietly and with a deep tone of respect in his voice. You felt his sadness. We continued through the church to the altar. A white cloth draped the altar with what looked like dust stains.
The killers took a pregnant woman forced her on the altar and cut her stomach open. They then took the fetus out and killed it…the stains on the cloth are her blood.
Stories of these continued throughout the church. Throughout his stories Charles would lower his head gently shake it and tell us you just can’t understand. And he is right. We can hear the stories and see the aftermath but we will never understand. As he talks you want to hear more and you want to hug him. You want to scream why did this happen. You go through such a range of emotions some you don’t recognize.
There is a portion of the back of the church that is only kids clothing. The pile is enormous. On the end there is a cross laid across the clothes. It evokes even more frustration of trying to understand why. Charles continues to tell stories of death and torture. He answers questions very politely and if the story is too much he tells us the story is long and he doesn’t want to tell it.
A portion of the church is underground. It was built in 1998. we walk down the steps to see a glass pyramid with 3 shelves. The top 2 shelves housed skeletal parts other than skulls. The bottom shelf housed skulls. There is a chamber built even deeper that houses a coffin draped in purple and white satin which houses a dead body.
on the bottom shelf o f skulls there is one skull that has the name Patrice written on it. Charles starts a story about 2 boys who escaped the church and hood in the bushes for 5 days. He talks of how they are friends and one is 8 and the other maybe younger. He is very sad during the this story but continues on. After hiding for 5 days Patrice needs food and he thinks it is safe. He leaves the safety of the brush and is killed. He is killed. The second boy watches and can not do a thing. He can’t do anything to help his friend. He is now alone in the bush and the story ends.
Charles is the 8 year boy. He is a survivor of the genocide and it changes things. The stories become more vivid and your heart melts for this young man. Your respect and love for this man grows instantly and you just can’t help but want to hold him and tell him how sorry for what has happened. You can’t help but want to do everything for his life or him. Charles eventually collected patrices remains marked them and set them in the special tomb. It is extremely difficult for him to tell us this story but he does and we are selfishly grateful.
The tour continues to the mass graves in the back of the church. There are 2 mass graves built there. To get in you step down a flight of stairs with the end of coffins in front of you. One coffin has a name of an identified person. Then you look left and right and your heart just stops. From floor to ceiling are shelves filled with skulls and bones. It is dark and dungy and cold down there and standing among all those remains you can’t even think. You can not grasp the reality. The remains are mostly adults. Children remains are housed elsewhere if they were even found. Childrens bones and bodies were eaten by dogs or the child was so young the bones decomposed. Some of the skulls you can see clear markings of how they were killed. Bullet holes, machete, beaten, crushed...you can’t help but play images in your head when you hear these stories or see these remains. And what one could even imagine I have no doubt is even close to the horror. But charles does and it breaks your heart. He continues to tell us you just don’t understand.
Oh and by the way the children were usually killed by being slammed against the wall like you do with a rug to get the dust out.
The tour is over and you don’t know what to feel or think. You don’t know what to say to charles but you want to give him the world. I tell him how sorry I am and I wish him the best. I give him a tip and think I have done good. He shakes my hand in a way I later found out was a sign of respect. I want to bow to him or something a hand shake doesn’t seem enough. Charles told us that he volunteers at church because owes it to his people. He feels a sense of responsiibilty to make sure his family (he lost his entire family except for his grandmother) and his people are not forgotten. We all say our goodbyes and we head off to the next memorial. In the car we are all in shock saying oh my god and I can’t believe this all happened and the things you say when you really don’t know what to say.
The gravity of what I have seen does not sink until the next day and even then I don’t think I have felt the extent of what is happening. To understand the sights, the smells, the sounds, the emotions and everything that went on is not fathomable.
I will never forget Charles. I will never forget what his voice sounded like. I will never forget what his handshake felt like.

The next memorial there are children outside playing this make me feel a bit more happy to see kids faces. There are 4 building and we are told we will tour 3-the church, the kitchen and the Sunday school room. This memorial I recognize from pictures because of the clothes hanging from the ceiling and a blue trunk. The memrorial has lots of the clothes piled on the pews, hanging from the walls and from the ceiling. The back of the church houses a shelf from floor to ceiling of bones. The guide tells us the horrors of what has happened there. I believe she was also a survivor but I think I was so taking in the 1st memorial that I did not connect with this guide.
In the front of the church there are shelves floor to ceiling of personal items, burnt mattresses, and coffins. In the blue trunk there are identification cards of a handful of the 40,000 that died there on April 15, 1994. we continue to the kitchen which only consists of 2 walls and everything else is burnt. There is a recognizable piece of burnt mattress and human hair in the dirt. Some people at this massacre will killed by being tied to mattresses and burned alive.
The next building is the Sunday school house. As you walk in it is small empty clean. There are cement pews built into the cement floor you scan the room looking straight ahead and then turn to your left and it is the most shocking thing I think I have ever scene. There is a stain on the wall about 3 feet by 3 feet. It is gooey looking and dark red/black. It is obvious what this is and you freeze. A lump develops in your throat and your stomach turns and you stare. As you stare at it you notice there are parts of the bricks that are worn and broken. And you question how many children were hit up against that wall to create a brick to wear or break.

As we leave the memorial there a 3 or 4 boys outside…I had made lots of friendship bracelets to give to the kids. I take out my bracelets and hand them to the boys and within seconds there are kids running toward us in every direction. It was amazing. Karen gave the kids mints. Stephanie gave one of the kids a pen. One girl in particular touched me. She was so beautiful and so in awe as I put the bracelet around her wrist. It was so absolutely rewarding.

I have so many more stories to tell you but this is the one I needed to get out now. As I typed it I had to put it in the you perspective instead of the I. I selfishly wanted to protect myself from feeling my sadness and confusion of what I saw yesterday. It did not stop me from crying all over or thinking of new questions or wishing I had hugged charles or so many things I wish I had done.
BTW I will most likely need to revisit my thoughts and emotions on some of these events so you will be hearing more of this particular day.