Rwanda

Tutsi men dancing and clapping , Ak's on their hips, jiggling like jewellery. Rivers of people flowing down dirt roads. Scorched camps, livestock and flora. A song on their lips and revenge in their hearts. My broken heart, my dark days are suddenly put into perspective.

In 1992 Radio Rwanda together with Television Libre des mille Collines were used as platforms to broadcast the message to the everyday. Imagine it, you switch on the radio and it's urging the whole country to kill you and your family. Imagine it, imagine the fear, the sickness in your belly. 15 years on those messages, those hacked at bodies are fossilised memories in the minds of those Tutsi men. Brothers, Sisters, Wives, Children, Girlfriends, Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters, limbs scattered on the streets. Their day has come as their revenge claims to finish the last of the Hutu militias off. So why the refugee camps? Why destroy the towns and villages? Hate, revenge is a ferocious adversary. It sees no boundaries, no borders, no sanctum.