From what has been happening in the last few days, it is clear that the age-old disease of superiority complexes fails to fade.
This was evidenced by some self-appointed "guardians” of Rwanda’s destiny, who, as usual, came out of the woodwork when Rwanda was the subject of international attention.

A coalition of known Genocide deniers, and a brick-back of so-called "Rwandan experts” (some just graduated from their diapers the other day, others nostalgic former mentors of the pre 1994 Genocidal regime).

It is no secret that the name Rwanda conjures up 1994 images of death and desolation; and this is like Manna from Heaven for some fund-hungry NGOs.

There is always someone out there who is ready to dip into their pockets to help these modern day Robin Hoods bring succour to the poor Africans who can’t fend for themselves.

Human Rights Watch is no stranger to this; keeping Rwanda in their periscope covers their shortcomings, and at the same time attracts some financial benefits and keeps them relevant.

But there comes a time when one should realise that the line has been crossed, and that the millions of bones littered all over our countryside will no longer be used as bargaining chips by self seeking individuals or organisations.

That some mish-mash of academics, well-known Genocide apologists and ardent supporters, could have the gull to dictate to the International criminal Tribunal how to go about its business, is nothing but a cocktail of raw insolence and a pinch of bigotry.

They should go back to their macabre drawing boards and change their new catch phrase "Victors’ Justice” to "Victory for Justice”.

But then if they do, they will lose relevance and end up relegated back to their dusty office corner in some university, plotting on where next to direct their aim.

Just a parting shot: The truth shall set you free.

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