The cries, weeps and wails inside the hearts of those who later see the wounds, scars and marks of the piercings, slashes and beatings that are displayed by survivors of the peace keepers’ wrath. Those cries, weeps and wailings not any close to those of the victims, their family and friends, the mental torture that lasts forever and the physical disability on the victims that is for now and the future. Yet often times, these cries, weeps and wails have advanced to mourning of those lucky to receive dead bodies of their loved ones and what can be said for those who do not.
Some wounds and bodies, you need to be brave enough to see, as for just brave is not brave enough. And while hearts cried seeing pictures and videos of Kankwenza, there came those of Masereka, that moment, the cries, weeps and wails filled our hearts, couldn’t see those pictures and videos any longer as that was torture to even our own selves, our own minds and everything. As our peace keepers yet at the job they execute with perfection.
And while you may be brave enough to see, you’ll surely need triple that bravery to listen to the victims, the stories of the least that they recall, the narrations as you shade tears within yourself, yet what is left to them, nothing but a chance to breathe again.
Then there comes a notion that justice will instantly be served, that let’s go to courts and enforce the law, its fair enough to say, there has hardly been much better, the best from there, enforcement has been close to an impossibility. Most of these bodies prove accomplice and being the other side of the coin, same material, different design.
Again, let’s talk of the right and freedom from torture, cruel, inhumane and degrading treatment, that which our grand norm preserved and prohibited from derogation, sad to say, it is now just a piece of statement in some piece of book. And if that doesn’t matter, at least let humanity do, for it will contradict these wounds, scars and marks.
Writter: BARYAMUJURA MAHAD, a passionate about social justice