Reflection – A Sunday afternoon by the pool in Kigali

To be fair, I didn’t come up with this title. It’s from a fictional book about the genocide, and follows the relationship between an ex-pat businessman and a Tutsi waitress. And, no, it doesn’t have a happy ending, but it is beautifully written.

Yesterday morning, a driver from the Mille Collines Hotel took Lena (A contact from OZ), Dieudonne (A genocide survivor) and me to a market frequented by locals in Kimironko.

It was interesting, meeting the local population and admiring the spectacular array of fruit and vegetables on sale. When we returned, Lena had a business meeting so Dieudonne and I sat by the pool and listened to live music.

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Without warning, I felt my throat constricting and eyes filling with tears as a well of emotion rose up and consumed me. I took a long slow walk around the garden and gave myself a good talking to. There seemed to be something hauntingly poignant about sitting in ‘Hotel Rwanda’ with a genocide survivor, trying to comprehend the scale of everything I have heard and seen over the past four days. It took another two hours for me to breathe easy. Being here is the ultimate lesson in forgiveness.

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