(5/7) "One night I was walking the property when I heard...

(5/7)  "One night I was walking the property when I heard the children screaming.  They were saying, ‘Papa! Papa! Papa!’  The screams were coming from inside the office.  When I ran to see what was happening, I found that a group of killers had entered the building.  There were about fifteen of them.  They were wearing camouflage and carrying flashlights.  They had already begun to pull young men out of the ceiling.  I tried to stop them, but I was hit with the butt of a rifle.  The blow fractured my arm.  I didn’t dare to speak after that.  The killers were already angry.  If I annoyed them any more, they might harm the children.  Six young men were dragged into the kitchen.  They were beaten with pieces of wood that had nails sticking out.  The killers were screaming: ‘Where are the others?  Where are the others?’  At first the young men were begging for their lives, but their voices grew weak from loss of blood.  The children heard everything and kept trying to see what was happening.  I kept trying to chase them out of the room.  I yelled at them to go back to bed.  Eventually the young men were taken out to the bushes.  All night they were tortured.  I stood in the dark and listened to their voices.  We were hiding hundreds of people at that point.  I was sure they’d give everyone else away.  But they never spoke.  Their wives and family members were hiding in the ceiling, so they stayed silent until their deaths.  They saved all of us.  After the genocide, I built this memorial in their honor.”        
(Kigali, Rwanda)