KWIBUKA 🕯️ The Pain of Remembering The Unmet Relatives 💔



Ngo "Why do you remember yet you don’t know them? You didn’t even see them? You were not yet born!" 🙄Really⁉️


✍🏻Kajette’s Ink🌹


That question is actually an enough good reason to remember them ahubwo😭Yes, ‘Coz we didn’t get any chance to know or see them in person💔We couldn’t be remembering the ones we don’t know, and paying tribute to them if they were here with us now🥺 


Iyo baba baba bahari byari kuba bihagije ngo natwe dutuze the very same way muba mutuje iyo muri kutubaza ibyo bibazo bidashinga✍🏼So, do you think your question is still relevant at all⁉️😰




If you knew the pain of not knowing your relatives, not even a single picture of them, not knowing who your parents & siblings were, no grandparents, no aunties, no uncles, no cousins, no nephews, no nieces, yet you had more but hey, they all were killed in the 1994 Genocide against Tutsi. You don’t even know how and who they at least looked like 💔 Ngo basi uge umureba umwite ayo masano yose🥺


Can you imagine the life of always seeing your loved ones in endless tears, not knowing where their relatives/yours are⁉️Always wondering where God was by then🥺If yes, you couldn’t be asking such nonsense💔


✍🏻Tales of Kajette LLB🌹



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