The unfolding story of Rwanda always exposes the truth….
…..And shames the naysayers! When I returned from exile in August 1994, Kigali streets were chocking on heaps of garbage, piles of rotting corpses and hordes of homeless street urchins. The central Kigali market of Nyarugenge was a no-go area, what with the mountains of rubbish, chocking stench and violent, practically-nude young ruffians.