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As we ran for safety to the only place we considered safe - church, we were soon thrown out by a pastor, along with any other Tutsi families. Within a few miles we come to a roadblock and suddenly a towering, bulky man, recognises me. He calls me forward, 'hey, you in a red jumper!' He holds a machete in one hand, and a rifle in another. Looking down, not to watch my steps but to avoid his intense gaze, I am shaking as I approach him, and he raises my chin with the blood spattered machete. It was then that I looked directly into his evil-filled face, with piercing bloodshot eyes.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
As we ran for safety to the only place we considered safe - church, we were soon thrown out by a pastor, along with any other Tutsi families. Within a few miles we come to a roadblock and suddenly a towering, bulky man, recognises me. He calls me forward, 'hey, you in a red jumper!' He holds a machete in one hand, and a rifle in another. Looking down, not to watch my steps but to avoid his intense gaze, I am shaking as I approach him, and he raises my chin with the blood spattered machete. It was then that I looked directly into his evil-filled face, with piercing bloodshot eyes.