"When I heard the bullets, I ran and hid under the bed in the bedroom. They had killed muy aunt and uncle, but they hadn't killed their baby, Jacqueline. When I came out from under the bed, it was one of the most shocking moments in my life. They had raped my auntie, and there was blood flowing out of her private parts. Even though she had been killed, they put the baby on her breast. The whole sitting room was full of blood and dead bodies except for the little kid who was alive, but sucking the breasts of her dead mother.
"We were attacked by a gang of Hutu men. I started to scream and to shoult and to make noise. One of them hit me hard in the chest so I couldn't make any more noise. They negotiated among themselves which one of them wold take me home. And one of them raped me. After the rape, I couldn't speak. He raped me over and over for about an hour, and when he was done he left me their unconscious.
"I stayed at a roadblock for a week. While there, I saw them kill people, I saw them rape women, I saw them throw people in pits. Despite what they were doing, they were not afraid of the consequences. There were ten men, and they took me in and raped me. One would come in, and when he would leave, another one would come and go. I couldn't count how many there were. After the last man raped me, I told him I was thirsty and asked if he could give me some water. He said yes and brought a glass. Once I drank it, I realized it was blood. The man said, 'Drink your brother's blood and go.' That was the end."