Flash narrative a mimi Yvette
Iam mimi Yvette I originate from Rwanda, a country which experienced the 1994 Genocide to which up to this day i believe God has a plan for me. I was basically a baby I was five years old with my mother in a church in the southern town of Rwanda, Buare, as usual during the Sundays me and my mother being staunch Catholics we always went to church on Sundays. However, this particular Sunday would one was if it was not because of God I would not be around to tell this painful story to the world.
As usual during the time for going to church my mother always bathed me and dressed me up on my Christmas clothes to motivate me to go to church. I always felt propitious when It was Sunday because I knew that is when I would do away with my old rugged clothes, so putting on my Christmas clothes was something that gave me great delight in going to church.
on this particular Sunday my mother dressed me up and my father gave me one Rwandan franks as tithe in the church, this gave me a lot of satisfaction in going to church.
As usual we walked to church with my mother and neighbors, it wasn’t a long journey just about three kilometers and we always could talk together when we are going to church. When we reached the church, we found when the church service had started and we joined the other members in prayers, our priest Fr. rusesanga was a very good story teller so during the church service as he was preaching, he could tell us many stories.
However, a soon as we had reached the time of church members giving money in the church then we started hearing a loud noise from outside before we could realize anything, 6 men with machetes had entered our church.
All members of the church were on their knees and with all members panicking in fear.
The men shouted if you’re a tutsi standup.
The whole church was in fear.
To show that they are serious they looked at the priest straight in his face. they told him to say his last words because they are going to behead him.
The priest replied; Do what you have come to do, I do not fear Death.
They Beheaded him when all the church members were seeing, but at this time there was no way of running. The murderers have closed all doors.
With church members not knowing what next. The men ordered everyone to tell their immediate neighbor one last word.
All church members replied, Do what you have come to do, I do not fear Death.
They started beheading members, “one by one”, all one could hear is wailing from members.
My mother fell down sleeping on me as the members continued wailing.
At this time I was so quite knowing that our life has gone. My mother told me to be quite and I did eaxtly that.
The church was full of blood and this time it was like a river. The blood from the dead members was flowing and had covered me my mother kept on whispering to me to keep quiet.
I held on, to my mothers’ demand. I kept quiet, I put my head on the stand for the seats in the church being covered by blood the murderers thought me and my mother are dead, they decided to run away after assuming they had killed every body.
Eve when we heard them leaving, me and my mother, we pretended that we were dead to avoid being beheaded.
By the time we carried our heads up, it was unimaginable that all my neighbors had been beheaded. At this point me and my mother we did not know what to next whether to go home or run to police station.
However, all the clothes we had put on was full of blood, but this was not the problem as we were lucky to be among the 3 people who were alive.
With the state of fear we found ourselves in we decided to go home . on reaching home we found blood linking from the house so, we had to push the door only to find our father lying on the sitting room dead.
