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A Survivor of Massacre

This is my story,  It is a sad story to tell, Open ears and eyes,   The bloodbath of more than 500 people , "Some burried alive... Yooh! I continue crying  while writting this story to you " I can't hold my breath to finish writting,  So wounded , painful , heart bitting." I am a survivor of massacre at Mulongwe, One night, some Rwandese soldiers  robbed four houses and killed some four innoncent people,  Coming morning , We found the dead bodies of some parents. It was enough , Enough , dears Thousands of people were so angry,  Condemning the government officials for  multiple killings in the erears. I was among them, We decided to make a pacific protest march to stop those inhuman actions in Uvira. We put the dead bodies on stretchers to show the World about the weakness of the government in 1997. On the main road singing ," Rwandese soldiers came to visit in DRCongo , their country is Rwanda." Arrived at Mulongwe, we met commander Ninja with his troupes blocking the road.  Then he said," all those manifestants are rebels and we will deal with them if they don't burry those four bodies." The mayor Bazire Kushebana came and supported the speech of commander Ninja. We were so frustrated by seeing dead bodies every morning in different erears. We could not care about those governments of officials as they were so wicked. We continued our Pacific march singing ," Kill us , Killing us today , you killers  Rwandese on our land. Allies of this wicked government,  Our God will punish you one day." The Rwandese soldiers positioned to open fire, We continued with the pacific march till near them. The mayor gave order to the Rwandese  soldiers to shoot us as long as none of us had a weapon. Peaceful protest march turned to bloodbath,  Many people lost their lives, The bullet broke my tigh, I continued to run with one leg , seeing many people falling behind and in front of me. I hid in one house in the avenue , I found an other person who was shot on the head. All of us bleeding terrible, It was around  10 AM , we could only  hear the sounds of birds and guns. Around 2 PM, some volunteers started to look for victims for treatment. I was found so bloody and carried on a stretcher to the hospital. The Rwadese soldiers planned to kill all survivors who were in the hospital to dismiss the trace. I survived , I am a survivor of one of the  bloodbaths in DRCongo. Glory to God " Thatha Leeza " who protected me.

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