It has been a little while since I have blogged. Much has happened in my life over the past month of which the biggest is our move from Colorado to Texas so that we can begin to develop I Will Stand International (www.iwillstandintl.com, www.facebook.com/iwillstandinternational). The past few weeks have consisted of doing all the administrative activities required to become a recognizable organization....all the while my heart aches to be on the streets bringing hope to the hopeless. I think that it is hitting me particularly hard today because my husband had a construction and design meeting with our CFO today and because of the hills and rainy seasons in Rwanda, it may take a bit longer than I had wanted before we are on the ground. As my heart is deeply saddened, I must embrace God's timing in all things.
I came up to my room and remembered a street boy that I grew to love in Rwanda. He wants to be a journalist so I challenged him to begin practicing by first writing his own stories and then interviewing others. By the time that I had left, he gave me his story and the story of three others. They touch my heart each time that I read them and take me back to the streets of Rwanda and a land that I have grown to love. Here is his story:
My name is Bizimana Desire. I was born in 1990. I am going to share with you the story of my life about my lost life and the life I have right now.
I was born in Kigali in the country of Rwanda in Africa in the family of two brothers. During the Genocide of 1994, I lost my mom and my two brothers. In 1995, I lost my father. It was very bad for me because it made me become a street kid.
In 1995 in the month of July, I became a street kid. I began the bad life of a street kid at the age of 5 years old. Older street kids began to abuse me, and it was hard for me to get food or find a place to sleep. In 1997, the priest of the Catholic Church came in the street where I was staying and told us that we could attend the school. Because I saw other kids going to school, I liked school.
There were 55 street kids in my group, but only 23 street kids accepted the offer. The other 22 refused to go because of the conditions such as having to study but not having a place to sleep and taking lunch but not supper. I chose to study under those conditions, and I was intelligent. I studied hard even though it was difficult for me. I attended school a few days a week because I had to get a small job that could give me money to eat. I studied like this for 6 years.
After 6 years, I passed the national exam which ended primary. I got a good grade so I was able to go to high school. When I got to high school, life changed. I had a place to stay during school but was back on the streets during holiday.
In 2006, I took the national exam ending ordinary level senior 3. After I passed the exam, the state told me to study agriculture. At that time, the Catholic priest told us that they could no longer pay our school fees, and we should check other opportunities. I suffered from a lot of regret wondering why I even chose to study. I stopped studying for one year.
In 2008 because I was good at playing football (soccer), a school asked me if I could play on the school team, and they would pay my school fees. I accepted. The school had a section of language and literature that I really liked. After one year and when the school had finished the championship, the headmaster told me that the school could no longer pay the school fees for me. Since I could not pay them, I left the school and was back on the street.
2009 was a black year for me. I had money problems and went to prison 8 times. The reason was because of my hard life I began to sell many kinds of illegal drugs such as marijuana and local beer. I suffered a lot in that year.
Let me back up a bit. In 2006, I became involved with Vivante Church. Vivante Church is a church that helps street kids by feeding them lunch on Friday and Sunday. In 2010, I met a sister coming from the USA named Kristen Kline. It was nice meeting her because she loved me so much even though I was in the street life. Sometimes, she came to visit on the street and brought me food. Unfortunately, I met her when she was only staying one month here in Rwanda. In one month, I spent a good life with her. Before she left Rwanda, she asked me how she could support me. I told her that I wanted to continue school. She told me that even though she was a student and didn't have many resources that she would pay for 1 year of school fees. She told me after a year that God would create other opportunities for me. She left, and I went back to school. I then met "Daddy" Serge and Jenn. I thank them so much because they accepted me and continued to pay for my school fees until I finished high school.
Furthermore, I would like to encourage every person to have a confidence in themselves because if you need something, you can get it. I liked to study even though I was in bad conditions. I finished my high school, and I look forward to university. I have a vision to become a journalist. Special thanks to Daddy Serge and Jenn, Kirsten, Gabby, Logon, and everyone who has supported me in my life.
What an amazing story of constant provision of this young man's education which was his main goal! I met Desire, and he is a very sharp young man. God is going to do amazing things through him. He did 3 other interviews for me that I will share over the next couple of days. I started with his first so that you could see the heart of this young man. Despite his situation and circumstances, his optimisism is astonishing. Perhaps, you can catch a glimpse of why I have fallen love with this country and these people...our brothers and sisters in Christ. His story shows how little acts of love can be very influential.
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