Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust

At my little brother, Vianney’s, first communion: I’m on the left at age ten, and Vianney is in the center, with Mom on his right.

My family in front of our home. From left: Dad, Mom, Aimable, Damascene, me, and Vianney.

Here I am with my brothers. From left: Vianney, our friend Claude, me, and Aimable. Damascene is in front.

Here I am at age 17, with Vianney.

Vianney enjoying a day by Lake Kivu.

Sitting behind our house, looking out over Lake Kivu, when I returned to my village after the genocide in late 1994.

Me, wearing the hat, at home with my girlfriend Mimi, who was killed in the genocide. Behind us is my dad’s yellow motorcycle.

Me, wearing the striped shirt, picnicking with my Girl Scout friends. My girlfriend Clementine, far right, was killed in the student massacre at our university.

Damascene (holding the ball) was captain of the basketball team.

Damascene, superstar athlete.

At Damascene’s high school graduation: Dad is second from left; Damascene is holding his diploma; I’m fourth from the right; and Vianney is far right, with Aimable next to him.

Here I am at university, a few months before the genocide began.

Damascene visiting me at my university campus in Butare.