Angol
Back in 1994, I was 3 years old and my story began just like a hundreds of thousands of Rwandan children : Fear and death everywhere, a mass exodus without food, the weakest die of thirst or hunger, the strongest are massacred by blood-thirsty troops. I became a speechless little girl who lost her dad and can only take refuge in the beauty of nature. The demon spirits of the genocide were visible everywhere, in the eyes of Rwandans, on the walls of houses, in boarding schools where the slightest noise could transform a dormitory into an asylum filled with traumatised lunatics. How did I manage to overcome all of this, and not be engulfed in paralysing despair ? Many obstacles stood both in front of me and within me. Writing this was not easy. But travelling back to the smells, the sights and the pain and then connecting deeply with myself, I have come to terms with the unsettling memories of this anything but innocent childhood, and built a new strength to become myself. I turned what was an unbearable burden into a force for fearless progress, propelling me to London and into the world of the most prestigious players in Fashion.
