I was born and raised in Rwanda, aka the Land of Thousand Hill. I was lucky to survive the 1994 genocide against the Tutsis that shook my whole country and claimed close to one million lives.  The community as I knew it was gone. My husband, my parents, four of my siblings and my extended family, many friends, coworkers and neighbors were murdered in cold blood. No goodbyes, no funeral.

In 1996, I immigrate to the United States as a refugee. I learned English, went school for a different career while raising four girls, now amazing women.

Now than I am a grandmother, I find myself reminiscent of my own childhood, my life as a whole; places I lived, people I met, challenges overcame, lessons learned, and all the memories made.  Especially I think about my family and their untold stories. I believe it is time to share them.

Thank you for visiting. You will get to know me and my story and meet my people; not necessary in chronicle order as I try to sort it myself.