This image sums it all up. The pain the suffering, the cowards like Joseph and the innocent children that are taken by the cowards. I thought that it was a divine intervention that Alex and I survived, even after everyone else was dead. I thought God was there, in that church, come to save Alex and I. I thought Joseph was God. God! I thought that just because my mother, my father, my brothers, my sisters and everyone I ever cared for was dead, Alex and I could survive and here God was to save me. Turns out the devil just wanted me dead. However God intervened again. Even though I was alone and scared in that church, covered in the blood of my loved ones, I survived. God wanted me to live, find Joseph and punish him for the crimes he committed. There are bad people in the world, that is common knowledge, but what kind of person leaves a child to die inside the house of God?

Quotes

"What will happen next in this story."
"He was busy- arranging our mother- into a pretty picture."
"And when your hand met hers, he took his photograph."
"Tell her."

Quotes I live by

http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_truth.html

Follow this link and you will find many quotes that apply to Joseph. Here is one:

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Buddha 

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Me

This is me. I go to Islington College. I have a sister named Alex who I have recently found after a long time apart from her. I don't have a girlfriend nor a boyfriend and I'm not looking; I don't have time. My goals in life are quite simple- to get Alex back in to my life and to get Joseph out. I I live in jeans and hoodies. I like the material velvet. 
As a child I had no designer clothing. I remember when I came to London and I saw so many shops selling so much clothing. One particular shop called Hollister stuck in my mind. There were men standing in the front of the shop in just shorts. I was wrapped up in  a hoodie and then over that, a body warmer. It was lightly raining. Women were going up to the men and having their photo taken. This made me wonder if the men were famous. Even if they were famous, it didn't explain why they were dressed as they were. I decided to approach them and point out the consequences of their actions. I told them that they would become very ill if they didn't put some appropriate clothing on. They stared at me for a long moment then laughing told me that they would be fine; think of it as surfing in Cornwall they said. As I have not spent a lot of time in England, I haven't be to too many places and therefore couldn't appreciate this geographical joke. I walked away laughing, all though I couldn't tell you what about. Strange country England!

This is what I normally wear. When I came to England, I didn't know whether to expect hot or cold weather. Therefore I bought a rather mixed wardrobe. I have never had a lot of money so I bought a lot of cheap clothing. The problem is that they don't last long. I may as well have no shoes; they'd probably let exactly the same amount of water in. I have never been too fussed about the way I look; I have more important things to worry about and now, I'm not the only one who should worry. Joseph should be terrified. He will finally be unveiled as the heartless, selfish man he is and when that day comes, I will feel nothing but joy.

Bravery and Forgiveness

Next year is 2013. This means it will be 19 years since the Rwandan Genocide. Next  year there is two days very significant to me; April 7th and July 15th. The days in between them are the 100 days the Rwandan Genocide lasted. To say that I will be celebrating is wrong, but I will be thankful as it will be the first anniversary I'm spending with my sister. It will be a time where I can remember with her the time we spent in Rwanda and no matter what Joseph says or does, I want to take her back to our home town.
The Rwandan Genocide was too awful to put in to words. Take it from me; literally. I was there, I witnessed it all and the memories, they have never faded and they like to taunt me at 1 o'clock in the morning. The amount of death, the amount of people widowed; it was sickening to watch. And the part that hurts the most is that I could have escaped it all, but Joseph left me behind, probably thinking I was dead, which would've suited him. It would've meant that I couldn't tell anyone about what I saw, about the picture he took. Joseph is a coward, a liar and I want him to know no matter what he says, no matter what he does, I will never forgive him. 
Gandhi once said "The weak can never forgive, Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.", but tell me, after everything I've been through, am I not brave?

 Joseph's Bad Habits 

When I came to Joseph's house, I was quite hungry from the flight and from the traveling, but even though I didn't say to Alex, as I didn't want to be any trouble, I was STARVING! So when Alex was busy doing something outside the kitchen, I went in and looked around for something small to eat. I looked in some cupboards and found little food that appealed to me. So then I went to the fridge. I knew something wasn't right; there was a very distinct smell that I couldn't put my finger on. When I opened it, I didn't know what to think. Every shelf and every draw was full of cheese plus one jar of relish and  a half a dozen bottles of beer. What has this man been feeding my sister?! I prefer pastries, like the one I had on the plain. So I thought, if you can get cheese, you can get pastries, so I looked up a website for luxury pastries. I think Joseph needs to change his subscription.

 

 The Lavender Man 

My sister's name is Alex. I don't have many memories of her as a child, but I have a very happy one; one I will never forget. As a small girl, she had a love for fairy tales, happy endings, unicorns and flowers- and in her case, especially flowers. We were walking back from the market one day, when she saw a man selling flowers at his stall. Roses, lilies, sunflowers, poppies and lavender. She stopped and started at the display in awe and nothing and no one could move her. The stall owner noticed her staring, so he came round with a bunch of lavender and told her every princess deserved a bouquet of flowers. She smiled so wide and hugged the man so tightly. From that day on she treasured that bouquet of flowers. Unfortunately after a certain incident, the flowers turned to ash. 

I don't have many other memories of my sister. I remember her being slim and tall for her age. Her eyes, hair and skin are much like mine, except I remember my mother used to plait her hair. Alex would squirm in the chair and tell her that she was a 'big girl' and she didn't need any help. Family was my life and when we were split up, I felt like my life was over.

  Unfortunately my sister was the last person he sold lavender to.

Muraho (use the translator on my blog)

I've seen a lot. I've experienced things no one should experience. I experienced all of this as a young child in Rwanda. In 1994. If you don't know, Google it.

Apart from that my life has been alright. I have come to England and I have started studying at Islington. Compared to my education as a child in Rwanda, Islington is alien. When I first arrived in England, I didn't know the language well and all of the modern technologies were new to me. I remember seeing a busy road in central London, pondering how the mysterious piles of metal moved around and how they communicated by beeping at each other. I didn't have a car, so public transport was my only option.  For someone like me it was like riding in a tardis, just a little less spacious. However I soon got used to it, a feeling many of you are familiar with I'm sure.

 Sorry about the man. He was helping me operate my camera. He was very enthusiastic.

 First picture I took in London.