When the 1993 civil war went
through Burundi, my father was in Geneva studying Environmental Studies on a
workplace scholarship. At that time, the soldiers were targeting educated men and
they came to our house one evening to find my father. When they couldn’t find him,
they took my mother and her two younger brothers outside and told me and my
brothers and sisters to go to a room with our maid. We just stayed in that room
all night because we were so scared. It wasn’t until we came out in the morning
that our maid . . .
When the 1993 civil war went through Burundi, my father was in Geneva…
