blog posts from GYC's participants, alumni, & staff
By Tara Pipes (USA)
No name. No way of ever knowing who this Boy was. Number 26 on the genocide plaque at the Nayanza memorial on a ridge on the outskirts of Kigali. In the list of thousands of children killed that day he is the one that remains nameless.
Who was his family? Did he have a little sister that loved to sing to him when he was sad? Did he try and help his mama cook in the morning s before everyone awoke? Did his papa kiss his cheek everyday after school when he picked him up? Who was this Boy?
Motivation driven by heartbreak in the disguise of protection to make sure Boy did not die for nothing. Never again, this is what people say.
Destruction is what has been given yet life springs up from the mass graves of children in the form of the brilliant yellow flowers. Even in the most tragic lands, hope prevails, not for Boy yet still for us. A nameless boy now no longer remains voiceless. I will speak up for Boy and all that are being silenced today. I will never forget.