Run Elvin!

Gabriel Ndayishimiye

Copyright © 2021 by Gabriel Ndayishimiye

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Run Elvin!

First edition: July 2021

ISBN: 978-1-7752442-7-1 (Ebook)

ISBN: 978-1-7752442-6-4 (Paperback)

ISBN: 978-1-7752442-8-8 (Hardcover)

ISBN: 978-1-7752442-9-5 (Audiobook)

This book is memoir. It reflects the author’s present recollections of experiences over time. Some names and characteristics have been changed, some events have been compressed, and some dialogue has been recreated.

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Cover Design: Gabriel Ndayishimiye, Liven Books

Editors: Rachel Joanne Macaulay, Tim Day, and

Mary A. Metcalfe, MS

FOREWORD

As you read through Gabriel’s first book, you will quickly find out just how harrowing his life was at such a tender age. You will also see and feel, at the same time, all the emotion, passion, and integrity with which he tells his story! You cannot help by being swept up by it, and you’ll want to finish this in one reading as I did.

I can remember the day Gabriel contacted me, just recently returned from academic work in Toronto, wanting me to read his manuscript, and all excited about his plans for a new publishing group.

When you finish reading this book, you will want to know more about the Rwanda Genocide of 1994 and why the world stood by and did nothing about it. This leads us directly to the question: how can we prevent more mass murder and ethnocide in the future? We have already been tested on that in Myanmar and have failed miserably.

But Gabriel is here to remind us that there is a way. A more gentle, peaceful way by honoring the people who came before us, who experienced the joys of giving birth and who gave us the breath of life and hope of freedom. Gabriel is on a road to express his love for that hope. Please join him on that journey.

"I know there is a God

because in Rwanda

I shook hands with the devil."

—LGen (ret) Hon. Romeo Dallaire

Force Commander,

UN Assistance Mission for Rwanda (1993–1994)

KENNETH LUMPKIN

London, Ontario

3 December 2021

Dedicated to

My son Elvin Gabriel Jr.,

Rachel Joanne Macaulay,

Alyssa May Nunn,

and my father, a man I never knew.

In Memory of

My grandfather Joseph Ngerageze Karagita,

the only father I ever knew.

&

My teenage best friend

Henry Festus Ndayisenga.

Elvin Gabriel Jr.

Born May 10th, 2017

CHAPTER 1

Son,

When you were born, I could not have begun to imagine how on earth I would manage being a parent. Now I cannot imagine my life without you, my loving and remarkable son. I named you Elvin in memory of your grandfather, the father I never knew. I think he would be happy to hold you in his arms, look into your innocent eyes and be proud to call you his grandson. You were born to be loved.

I hope you grow to find beauty in this absurdity, a journey that is your own life. I also hope you grow to embrace imperfections as you walk through this world, and as you work hard to become a better and more compassionate human. But who am I to tell you what your life should be?

My time is running out before I make up for all the mistakes I made. I hold regrets, like I believe we all do, and if I ever have the choice to go back in time, I hope to make things right; in a way, this text is that very opportunity. Any lesson I impart to you here, I pass on with love and the knowledge that you will be a better man than I am and better than my father was before me.

For every missed chance to show grace and wisdom I have missed, I pledge an honest and open-hearted lesson for you. I believe, our responsibility is not perfection but tireless growth. Each day provides us with a new opportunity to be the best version of ourselves, whether in earnest striving, failure, or triumph. That said, I hope you to learn to forgive yourself for not being perfect and that you do things that inspire you to create happiness in and for your own little world. Live not to anyone’s expectations, including mine—especially not mine! There is no reason whatsoever to deprive yourself of joy in this life. You are who you are, and your individuality is a sacred right worth protecting. Self-acceptance and happiness go hand in hand. By now, I hope this you already know: you should never waste time putting yourself down. I repeat this like a broken record for a reason. First and foremost, it can be the easiest lesson to forget. These are words I never heard from my father and mother, who are far removed from the world I live in now. I learned all that I know from the filthy bars, showplaces, and dusty streets of refugee camps in Africa, and now from the sprawling, web-like metropoles of the ‘First World’. I hope you can pass this message along to all your loved ones when the time comes. If you can’t write, narrate the story once lived by spunky men and women. Strive for success but do not be ungrateful. Love yourself, your life, and know that all the little things that you might begin to take for granted should hold the greatest value as the first and last purpose in your life and endeavors. There is joy in all things for an open mind and grateful heart.

As you grow up and better yourself, you will learn that the simplest, most fundamental facts of your nature will make things difficult for you. Most of the time, this will not be your fault or happen because of anything you have done, but simply because of the way those with influence and privilege want the world to serve them.

But that is neither how the world works nor how it should. We, humans, form our world. That is, our world becomes what we make of it. It unfolds with each of our decisions, however small or seemingly inconsequential. We have freedom and possess the capacity to influence our social conditions and the conditions of those around us. We shape our own histories, traditions and beliefs, and our interpretation of right and wrong lies within our own consciousness, and through our projections of these interpretations into the world. This power of the individual, of each of our convictions, has echoed through society in countless voices before ours. James Baldwin's My Dungeon Shook—and Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me—could not ring with more inspiring truth. Sadly, it remains true as I write these words that the world has not changed that much in spite of these messengers of change. I hope you mature to recognize both the benefits and limitations of growing up in the First World.

That said, I hope you will always be able to relate to people from all walks of life as you explore and learn from this world. I cannot wait to read your letters and hear about your experiences. My hope is that this letter and the pages that follow inspire you to be creative and strong in your own way. Never allow the storms of life or uncharted waters dull your passions or discourage you.

I have worked hard every day to offer you the future you deserve. I know that your life experiences are and will always be different from mine, and more than anything, I hope they will be so much better. But no matter how far you have come and will go, you need to know that not every moment will be sunshine and roses. There is no sunshine, joy, or glory without dark days of the soul for nothing good comes easy in this life. Goodness comes to those who go out and chase it, never to those who wait. Lucky Philip Dube reminds: I can sit here and teach you every trick in the book, but at the end of the day, it is your life.

CHAPTER 2

The lazy spring had finally done its thawing duty, freeing us from the icy grasp of Canadian winter. It was the beginning of my summer internship, in the office of the Vice President, University Growth at my school . My supervisor, thinking I might be interested, sent me an invitation, in a sealed envelope that began the long, winding journey that continues within the volume you hold in your hands today, wherever you find yourself along your own path. What I could not have known then, as I slid the letter out and unfolded it before me, was that this moment would prove to be a turning point in my life. The invitation read:

Ten years ago, Kathy Mueller turned in her microphone as anchor of the evening news at CTV London and embarked on a humanitarian aid career . . . from flooded villages of Pakistan to small Indonesian communities decimated by a tsunami, come and hear Kathy share her stories of survival and the motivation that keeps her going back.

As a student with global aspirations, I was eager to listen to Kathy’s story. She was a veteran aid worker with experience in the